Adele need a break. She hated it when her father crawled into a bottle. She hated it more when he fought with her mother. And she still hadn't worked up the courage to tell either of her parents about the wish she made and the effect it had. A party would make for the prefect distraction. She walked down to the beach, carrying a box of homemade cookies. She'd let Cleo decide whether to use them for the offering or serve them to guests or both. She stood on the beach, in the middle of everything and looked for Cleo, or another party guest to talk to if she was busy.
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