211: Mask

This place is insane.

There must be at least five hundred people here. The party's being held in the lower level of the house, which I'm sure was designed solely for the purpose of hosting parties like this. I keep forgetting that I'm in a house; this place is a nightclub. The floors are black and shiny, the walls are dark and velvety. The music is loud and upbeat and everyone's wearing a costume. Everyone. When she mentioned a costume party, well, this is not what I was expecting at all. I thought we'd be overdressed, but I was mistaken. We're actually underdressed compared to everyone here. The Huntingtons are Batman and Catwoman this year, that's what she told me, and I'm blown away by how amazing they look.

"Theo," I say. "This is insane."

"What did I tell you?"

Even the waiters are dressed elegantly. I've had two glasses of champagne and I haven't been here for an hour. I've met even more people tonight and my head is spinning with new names and faces. Theo seems to know everyone