Stella spoke up excitedly. "To Livia Hyde, the first brown female partner at Palmer, Young and Stewart in over ten years. To a brilliant lawyer, but most importantly the best big sister a girl could have. I am so proud of you sister!"
"Are you trying to make me cry?" Livia said. "It's not working. I don't care if you see water in my eyes; it's just because I'm allergic to this carpet. Do you get it?"
Stella smiled and clanked her glass against Liivia's.
"Cheers to you."
They both drank, hugged again, and drank some more, repeating the process, over and over again.
"What time is our dinner reservation? Are we going to be late?"
Stella took another sip of champagne and checked the time.
"Reservations are at eight and it's not even seven yet. Here, have some cheese."
Livia reached for the champagne bottle and refilled their glasses.
"Oh wait, what was the story from the elevator? Why weren't you texting me back? I was worried that you were, like, eaten by the elevator monster or something. What happened back there?"