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business logo on by her dad, and told to hang them up everywhere.
                  “There needs to be at least five in every room,” Nathan ordered. “Six wouldn’t hurt. Keep them out of reach of people and drinks, because we don’t want them ruined, but place them at the right angle so they appear in almost every photo. Make sure you consider the lighting! Don’t put them near windows or anything like that. You can also peel off the fliers if you want to reveal a sticky back. Stick some of them to doors and toilets, if you can.”
                  Winter did as she was told. She started downstairs, hanging up six fliers in every room, placing them at different angles, not really considering lighting and just avoiding the windows all together. She put them on the back of chairs, on the toilet seat, on the shower walls, on the floors – but not the new one – on tables and on the railings out on the balcony. Once that was done, she was handed more stickers displaying her parent’s logo, smaller this time.
                  “Stick these to our cups,” Olivia ordered, before sweeping off to hang up lights in the living room.
                  Winter saw the table full of glass cups and plastic cups and let out a groan. She got to the mundane job of peeling the stickers, placing them on the cups and moving on to the next one. It took her an hour and a half, her parents ushering her to speed up each time they walked through the living room.
                  The main party would take place where the new floor had been installed. The sofas were moved into a back room and locked away, to reveal a dance floor fitted with lights underneath. Winter finished the cups when a moving service that had been hired was pulling in cannons.
                  “What are those?” Winter asked her mum.
                  “They will fire confetti over the crowd,” Olivia said proudly. “They go up by the DJ booth.”
                  The movers began carrying the heavy canons up towards the DJ booth, with no help from Nathan or Olivia. Winter was about to offer her help, but her dad turned to her and told her to get to work on the playlist.
                  “No rock music or old songs,” Nathan warned.
                  Winter downloaded every song that had been in the charts the past month. She added memorable songs already downloaded, and created a new playlist on Olivia’s iPod. The DJ was never allowed to control the music himself. He was just there for show. Once that was done, Winter went back downstairs. She was surprised to see it was quarter to nine already.
                  “It won’t be long before they’re here!” Olivia exclaimed. “Winter, you need to start getting ready! We all do!”
                  Winter felt a little resentful that she had to change out of the ‘pre-party’ dress her mother had ordered her to wear. She had grown to like it.
                  The movers had fitted everything: the canons, a disco ball, lights, photo booths, a bar and speakers in every room so people could enjoy the music where ever they were. The place was almost ready. All they needed was their staff and guests.
                  Winter was ushered upstairs by her mother. She was taken into their walk-in closet and Olivia fiddled around with clothes before dragging out a golden yellow dress that blended in with white. It was similar to the one Winter had on now. The same material, thin, tight, but it was more revealing. It hung from one shoulder only, and stopped halfway down Winter’s thighs. It was casually glamorous, with glitter somehow woven into the material itself.
                  “Isn’t it wonderful?” Olivia asked. “We’ve got this exclusive. Designed just for you! I’m so proud of it! The designer will be here tonight, and will want you to