He saw the guests standing there in awkward silence.

He saw the heavy green hose dripping onto the red bricks of the patio.

He saw Patricia clinking her heavy rings against her wine glass.

He saw Vanessa standing proudly over a soaked, shivering woman in a cheap brown shirt and a ruined shawl.

I slowly raised my head.

I gazed up at the stone terrace.

The bright crystal lights lit up my wet face and my soaked, dripping hair.

Ethan stared down at me from above.