Saturday, 7/5/2113 was a special date.
Every one who was anyone in the town of Moira was invited to our little party, and the numbers reached ridiculous levels by noon.
"Why would we invite all these muppets, Mother? I can't stand these social engagements of yours."
I was standing perfectly still while a man called Zion Warren was taking my measurements, behind him half a dozen women attending to the 300 tuxedos. Mother and my sisters were sitting near us, reading some RSVP lists.
"It's a special night, darling. Not only will we most likely live here for years, but on top of that, you and your first girlfriend are going public. Or do you want to look like a bumpkin on those news articles and embarrass her?"
I kept my mouth shut as I was handed three absolutely identical black tuxes and ushered away to find the one.
I wondered if Ranni had anticipated something like that, or if buying new clothes was just something girls did before any party.
