Jamie stood by herself in the middle of the gallery, a small plate filled with as much food as she could stack on it. She'd spent more time picking at her food at dinner than actually eating, anxious about the setting. Cheese and crackers were more her speed. People milled around admiring the art, but Jamie found she couldn't take any more of it. As if the night couldn't get any stranger, the showing was someone's private collection of art representing the finest of Italian Futurism: paintings, sculpture, even music. If Parker's dad was Imperial Dynamo, he was just rubbing it in now.

Parker was entranced by the whole experience, almost not noticing when Jamie ducked off to sulk in a corner. The only thing that managed to tear Parker's attention from the food and the art was the arrival of...

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