Marita had been hoping Billie get it -- obviously, that wasn't going to happen. She rose to her feet instead with a little frown. "We have to," she told Billie, but also reminding herself. "It will look suspicious if we don't. You know that."
They both knew that. Hopefully, the party wouldn't go well, and they would never be put through this again.
"Ready, Denise?" That was the worst part of it -- they would have to stay calm, keep their insanities at bay and under control, and assume alternate identities. To the realist, things did not look good.
Marita took a deep breath and opened the door to reveal two of their three guests. "Hi," she told them, looking them both over. "I'm Tessa."