Chapter 68

• Following an endless dance, I finally slipped out of the hotel for some fresh air. My aching feet begged for relief, and the four-inch heels provided no comfort.
• It was almost 1 AM, yet the guests attending the party showed no signs of dissipating. Flintstone City, much like Las Vegas, seemed to come alive and buzz with energy at night, more so than during the day.
• I presumed the party would go on until three in the morning. All the guests appeared to have an endless amount of energy, unlike me. But then, who doesn't get tired from dancing repeatedly with various partners? I felt obligated to accept each invitation, as it would be impolite to turn down the next person waiting to dance.