As soon as the guy from accounting is done singing “Silver Bells”—God, what a snooze fest that is for a party as fun as this—Bethaney takes the microphone from him and leans in to tell the DJ something. I toss back the remainder of my drink and leave the glass on a nearby table while I make my way to the center of the dance floor. It’s a little harder to walk than I remember, but I get there nonetheless.

Glancing around, I don’t see Andrew in the crowd until he makes his way to the edge of the dance floor. I wave enthusiastically to him, and he returns my gesture with the lamest wave known to man.

Bethaney’s voice comes over the mic. “Okay, everyone, we have a very special performer this time. This is our event planner, Kenzie. Let’s give it up for her.”

Everyone cheers and it feels good, so I raise my hands in the air, sort of how a boxer might if they won a match.

“Kenzie is going to sing this song to someone very special tonight. It’s the perfect way to tell him how he feels. Andrew Wainwright, will you please come out onto the dance floor?” She grabs a chair from a nearby table and drags it over so it’s in front of me. “Andrew, where are you?”

“There he is.” I point to where he still stands, except now, he has this weird expression on his face, almost like he might puke.

When he doesn’t move, Bethaney rushes over and grabs Andrew’s arm, dragging him out onto the floor. She forces him to sit in the chair as the opening sounds of Mariah Carey’s “All I Want for Christmas” play.

She quickly passes the mic off to me, and I sing. The crowd really cheers me on when the tempo of the song picks up and I make a show of dragging my hand over Andrew’s chest and walking around him, peeking over his shoulder while singing to him. At some point, I sit on his lap and shimmy around, but when I start to use my free hand to pull my dress up a bit and be cheeky, he stops me.

I frown. Why is he ruining my fun?

I try it again, and when he does the same thing, I stand and turn to face him, shimmying close to him, shaking my chest so my breasts bounce in his face.

But he’s not even looking at me. He’s looking around at the crowd and I look over too. A lot of them have their cell phones out, taping us, and are laughing and cheering me on. I smile at the cameras and turn back to face Andrew, but I pause.