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here tonight; I wonder who else if attending.
    Ben puts one arm around my waist and carries his axe in the other. It’s kind of funny to be held by a man wearing a blood-splattered rain coat and feel so hot and turned on.
    The house is of great size and is decorated from floor to ceiling. I am impressed. Everything is black and white with splashes of deep reds, almost a Victorian theme. Dark sheer fabrics are draped over the windows with red fabric underneath. Candelabras adorn every surface, glittered skulls and “poison” bottles and dishes of food. There are servers in black suits carrying trays of drinks in crystal glasses. We are handed a glass as we walk in and I need it more than ever as soon as I see that at least hundred and fifty people are here in this house.
    “Benjamin! Son, happy Halloween!” Jack, Ben’s father greets us. He’s dressed like what I assume to be one of the Beatles, but I can’t be certain.
    Ben pulls away momentarily to hug his father, then returns to me. “Dad, you know Tess and Tess, you obviously know my father.”
    “Tess, you look adorable, my dear, Let me guess… Spice Girls?” The good doctor knows his British pop sensations.
    I nod my head and pull down the hem of my dress, feeling a little insecure about it all of a sudden. “Yes, sir, you are correct. Now, are you a Beatle?”
    “Are you a fan?” he asks. Crap, how do you tell someone born and raised in the UK that you don’t particularly like the Beatles?
    I drop my head a little and I bite down on my lower lip and I feel Ben’s reassuring hands hold a little tighter. I peek up and answer my boyfriend’s father. “Uh, not really… I mean I like a couple of their songs, but I…” I am cut off by Jack’s laughter.
    “It’s OK, Tess. I am not going to shun you for not liking a music group.” He touches my arm and walks away to greet the folks behind us.
    I turn to face Ben, and I put my hands on his chest and press my cheek to his where his heart is. In turn he rests his head on top of mine and he takes in a deep breath of air, exhaling with a sigh.
    “Aww! Don’t you two look cute?” I hear a familiar accent come from behind. I pull away from Ben to turn and see Velma Kelly from the movie Chicago . Ben’s whole face lights up, I can only assume that this must be Caroline.
    Ben kisses the top of my head and lunges for his little sister and grabs her in a huge hug. He is so alive and bright around her. I can now see why he loves to talk to her and about her. It’s hard to imagine that she is only fifteen. She is tall, beautiful, and looks just like her big brother. They have the same mocha eyes and pitch black hair, apropos. Her costume is traditional nineteen-twenty flapper fashion and elaborate at that, with silver sequins galore and stringed tassels, layered down the bodice. She is also wearing these cute shiny arm warmers. I would love a set of those; I’ll have to ask where she got them later.
    Ben finally sets her down. “Tess, this is my baby sister Caroline. Caroline, this is Tess, my girlfriend.” Oh, he said girlfriend again! I will never get used to hearing this, but I do love it.
    I reach out to take her hand when she grabs me in for a massive hug. I am not used this outpouring of affection so I am taken aback, but it is nice. “Oh, Tess, I have heard so much about you!”
    I look up at Ben and smile, “Oh, really? Good things, I hope.”
    “Only if you think ‘most beautiful woman I have met’, ‘the most talented and creative person I know’ and so on, to be good things, then yes.”
    “Really, Caroline?” Ben groans.
    Caroline throws her hands on her hips. “Hey, Benji, I only speak the truth.”
    “I guess you can now add entertaining,” I say.
    “Nah, you’re just real and I like real.” Caroline looks at Ben and winks. “I approve, big brother. And Tess, I will have to steal you away later for a chat.” I nod and the little British beauty winks at me and nods in the