The day of the party arrived. All of the furniture had arrived and had been installed without incident. All of the drinks, both alcoholic and non-alcoholic, had been purchased and awaited Brandon’s special touch. Greg had arrived early and had set up the food at discrete locations around the condo so that there wouldn’t be a traffic jam at a buffet table. All that remained was for people to show up.
For a moment, just a horrifying moment, Brandon felt a momentary pang of terror that they wouldn’t show up. Somehow, Adrian had gotten to them, for whatever reason, and now he’d been blacklisted. He forced those thoughts away. He’d been the one isolating himself, letting Adrian’s pettiness and games isolate him. These were his friends. They cared about him. They’d agreed to show up and they would.