A Birthday To Remember

The air is foggy as you step up to the front doors of the castle. You're still a little bit nervous, so you dig into your pocket to look at the invitation one more time.

It reads in purple, Script font:

You are cordially invited to a soiree hosted by Jane Austen to celebrate Wattpad's official birthday party. Dancing, singing and champagne will be plentiful. We do hope to see your fizzy face there. November 22nd, 2016 at evening. Please dress in your best tutu and don't forget your babushka dolls for the present swap!

You take a deep breath and are about to walk inside, when the door suddenly swings with a scream.

You're surprised to see Darcy standing there in the flesh, all hot and wet. You're not sure if you have the courage to talk to them right now, so you scurry inside like a(n) mouse and join the party, making a mental note to drum up a conversation with them later on over more cheese.

Once inside, the party takes your breath away. Everyone is already laughing wildly on the dancefloor.

Satisfaction plays loudly from the speakers and you can't help but do the line dance. You had always shipped Xena and Buffy so you're not entirely surprised to see them kicking ass together in the corner. Anne McCaffrey and Elveloy are having a rap battle in the centre of the room, while several Trekkies are gushing over the latest update of Wattpunk on their phones.

The whole atmosphere is electric. It looks like Pern on Darkover in the middle of Solstice and you can't imagine anything better.

"Happy Birthday, Wattpad," you say with a smile, "Here's to another 10 years!"