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knit network of Erik Coburn’s closest friends. Kitty kept to the task of taking people’s coats and laying them in a small office tucked away from the hullabaloo.
                  Soon Kitty was sweating, rushing from suite to suite to tend to matters as they arose. When the bachelorette party ran low on Cristal, Kitty hurried down to the restaurant on the first floor and ushered up seven more bottles. When the bachelor party got so boisterous that one of the guests dove through the glass partition that separated the lounge from the terrace, Kitty was quick to quarantine the mess and contact the repairman, who worked diligently, as strippers attempted to distract him, doing things with coco-butter that no woman should do.
                  As Kitty maintained a classy environment, she did what she could to keep an eye on Johnny. The man seemed stressed and he was drinking far too much because of it. His dark demeanor showed. He was the only guest not smiling, though he put forward a decent effort whenever Erik burst over, declaring his love for the best man and playfully roughing him up.
                  It wasn’t until two in the morning that true chaos broke out. There was just no enforcing the no-crossover rule Erik had established to keep the bachelorettes from spilling into his party—try though she certainly did. It was like facing a buffalo stampede, not that the ladies were that hefty, but they were a formidable mass and swept her up like a tidal wave as they careened through the entrance door.
                  “Aw, hell!” she exclaimed, giving up when she’d gotten cornered by two male strippers, who seemed to have plotted against her with goals of making her blush at the forefront of their shameless mission. After a few minutes she wasn’t sure she minded. They were putting on quite a show.
                  But her attention was stolen when she spied Johnny through the crowd. He was stumbling drunkenly down the corridor and then disappeared into the coatroom.
                  Kitty managed to extricate herself from between the gyrating strippers and barreled after him, but from out of nowhere, Trudy blocked her path.
                  “Hell of a party!” Trudy yelled over the booming music. “I love this song!”
                  It wasn’t until Trudy grabbed her hand and started dragging her toward the dance floor that Kitty realized Michael Rivett had his grasp on her friend’s behind. What began as thrilled dancing quickly turned into heated making-out between Trudy and Michael, which put Kitty in a terribly awkward position, though it occurred to her she might not feel that way if she was drunk like they were.
                  Suddenly, she heard glass shattering.
                  “Not another sliding door!” She panicked, but when she looked in the direction of the sound she saw Erik and Mandy in the furious throes of an argument.
                  Kitty pressed through the crowd, which seemed joyfully oblivious to the fight, and made a solid attempt to separate the arguing couple.
                  “Calm down!”
                  “She wanted this!” Erik screamed. “She always gets her way!”
                  “Everyone’s having a good time!” Mandy yelled back.
                  “I’m not! I wanted to have this night! Just me and the guys!”
                  “And you had it! For the last four hours you’ve had it! It’s time to merge the parties!”
                  “Mandy!” screamed Kitty. “Erik, just calm down! The parties are merged, there’s nothing anyone can do about it!”
                  But Erik wasn’t calming down. He grabbed another bottle of Cristal and smashed it on the floor. Kitty shoved them apart again.
                  “Go to the