It was about midnight when the apartment door opened and in walked an exhausted Angela. At the sound of the door, Maya, pretending to be Amy, came out of her bedroom and greeted her drunk friend. “Oh, you’re finally back. How was the banquet? Was it just as good as the fashion show?”

“Oh yeah. Let me tell ya, UNICA knows how to treat a lady.”

“Well tell me all about it?”

“Where to start? First the food. They served us the most delicious meal. The main dish was called a Confit de Canard, which is French for like some sort of cooked duck legs. And then they had these amazing eclairs for dessert. Oh man, I could have eaten twenty of them.”

“Wow, it sounds like they went all out then.”

“Oh yeah, and then of course I can’t forget to mention the hostess herself. Listen, I know we aren’t the biggest fans of Camille, but damn! She was looking extra sexy tonight. She had on this elegant form-fitting brown dress with an exquisite white pearl necklace that added the perfect contrast. Oh man,