“There are a lot of cars parked on daddy’s street,” you think as you walk up the sidewalk to my house. You don’t know for sure if daddy’s mad at you, or bored, or has been busy, but he did mention tonight to be a nice time for movie night, and he hadn’t since said NOT to come to his house for movie night. In your bag are cute bunny ears, snacks, tea. You’re wearing snug tights and a cozy oversized jumper. “Hmm,” you think, stepping up to the door, “there look to be a few people inside, “I wonder if this is actually a good night for movie night or if daddy has something going on…Oh! I bet it would annoy daddy if I interrupt whatever this event seems to be and try to embarrass him in front of his colleagues.”
Your finger reaches to touch the door bell, but since you know your way around daddy’s house, and you want to be a lil’ menace, you just open the door and let yourself in. Immediately a sea of eyes fall on you, more than a dozen or so people stop conversation and look you up and down. They’re all dressed in black, cocktail dresses, dark suits, the occasional white shirt or pearl necklace, holding glasses filled with fizzy drinks.