<strong>Miranda Diaz</strong><br/><br/>Miranda felt a little awkward as she walked alone to the old, familiar house. She had been to the house often in times past, but it had been several months since she had visited her friend, Sandra Pickton. Over the last few months, Miranda’s professional and personal life had been on the rocks. Work was unsteady, and maintaining a functional relationship for any period of time seemed unorthodox and perverse.  On the verge of a very early mid-life crisis, the invitation to the hen party seemed like the perfect chance to leave behind some of her worries and have fun for an evening.<br/><br/>After a few hours of procrastination, Miranda had managed to pull herself out of her small black hole of despair and debt and prepare for the party. She really needed to relax and forget some of her worries. After all, someone was getting married, and that was reason enough to celebrate! Miranda’s thoughts shifted back and forth as she tried to put her problems away. She looked up at the house’s inviting face and smiled, happy to see that other guests were already arriving. Her flirty, black dress danced along her tan thighs as she walked up the path, her stiletto pumps clacking noisily.<br/><br/>As the blonde guest moved past, Miranda could clearly see that it Sandra at the door, and almost squealed. She quickly walked the remaining few steps to the door and embraced her friend with a tight, affectionate squeeze. “God, it’s been too long!” she realized, letting go of Sandra as looked at her, noticing anything that might’ve changed over her long absence. “You look great!” she added brightly. “And, where would you like put this, Sandra?” She gestured to the bottle.<br/>