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up. It’s being held at Storrow House, where the dean lives. You know that big white Colonial with black shutters and the attached carriage house garage?”
    “Yeah, I know exactly where it is and I’ll be there on time. Do I need to wear my hair a certain way?”
    “You have to wear it up because we’re serving food.  Will you do a French braid for me, before I go? I haven’t worn my hair like that in a long time and you do a much tighter braid than I can.”
    “Of course, I will. Now let me get back to work so I can finish up in plenty of time.” I smile at her before rolling back over to my stomach and focusing once again on my textbook.
         Finishing up my school work and braiding Hailey's hair took longer than I estimated. I didn’t have time to fully dry my own hair before, throwing it up in a twist on the back of my head. I secure it with a black plastic, four-pronged clip and give my head a shake to make sure it holds tight, before putting my makeup on. Since it’s a nighttime party, I use shimmery golden shades of brown to emphasize my eyes and put on my favorite red lipstick. The hemline on my black skirt lands just above my knees so I’m only wearing thigh high hose instead of the full set. I slide my feet into my most comfortable pair of black stiletto heeled pumps, grab my wallet and keys and I’m out the door.
          I called for a cab to take me to the dean’s house since visitor parking is scarce in that area. Hell, even the resident parking is extremely limited. I should be all set for the ride home because I can grab a ride with Hailey and worst case scenario, I can call for a cab. The ride is quick, only taking five minutes and I arrive with ten extra minutes to spare. I make my way inside the back entrance of the house as Hailey’s last text instructed me to do. I walk in the direction of the sound of clanging pots and pans, assuming it will lead me to the kitchen...and it does. The room is large with all the modern conveniences you wouldn’t expect in a house that dates back two hundred twenty years. The appliances are shiny stainless steel and look brand new. The room is warm due to the double ovens being utilized and the large number of catering staff working at preparing different dishes. There are white rectangular trays of appetizers laid out on the large granite topped island, just waiting to be handed out to the mingling guests. One of the staff is pouring champagne into glass flutes and strategically placing them on round white trays to be passed out. The way the woman is filling all the glasses an exact amount, before placing them precisely the same distance apart on the tray, makes me wonder if she suffers from obsessive compulsive disorder. Just the thought of having to carry those carefully organized champagne trays is enough to make me anxious. I hope I can stick with passing out hors d'oeuvres instead.
          Hailey walks in, sees me looking like a deer in the headlights and takes pity on me.
    “Come on, I’ll show you where to leave your wallet and keys.” She grabs my arm and gently pulls me along behind her until we come to a hall closet. “Here, put your stuff in my purse so it won’t get lost.” I do as she says and try to psych myself up for the next few hours but I’ve never been good at motivating myself for things that I don’t want to be doing in the first place.
          “What’s the matter, Shelby?” Hailey asks, looking concerned. She puts her hand on my forehead to check me for a fever. “You look a little green around the gills.”
    “I’m not sick, I’m just nervous about which faculty members might be here tonight.”
    “Are you worried about seeing Professor Hanlon?” She asks as if I’m crazy for being concerned about him attending this party. She’s speaking in a voice way louder than I’d prefer.
    “Shhh! Not so loud. Yes, I’m worried he’s going to be here. I’ve been trying to avoid him and him being here