Melodie perched on the edge of a stool, slid the card across the table closer to Trudy, and tapped the invitation. “You gave yourself away not two seconds ago. I’m supposed to trust you, remember? I can’t trust you if you’re going to lie.” She pointed at the last line of script. “It says here to RSVP by the ninth, so I can be sure to receive my ‘vibrating panties’ in time for the party.”
At least Trudy had the decency to look guilty.
“Vibrating panties? What have you done? You better tell me the truth this time, Trudy.
Her friend slumped and sighed in resignation. “Well, you know Stephanie? About a year ago, she met this super great guy. He’s some kind of engineer or something. Anyway, she met him at one of these parties. They hit it off right away and have been seeing each other pretty seriously ever since.”
“Okay. So? What am I doing with an invitation? What do Stephanie and her man have to do with me?”
“The party is only held once a year. It’s very exclusive and for singles only. You get a referral from someone who has been to one of the parties. Soon after, you get an application. If you pass their qualifications and check out okay, then you get an invitation. If you don’t pass, you don’t get invited.”
Melodie narrowed her eyes and again drummed her fingers on the table. “I’ve never heard of this party, and I know I didn’t fill out any application.”
Trudy started to fidget in her seat and wring her hands. “You got a referral from Stephanie, and I filled out the application for you.”
“I knew it!” Melodie shot off her chair. “I knew you had something to do with this. Why? Why did you do this? Why are you always doing this to me? What have I ever done to you? Vibrating panties, of all things. What kind of party is this?”