Beatrice waltzed into the kitchen, placing the empty tray on the counter. The guests had gobbled up the shrimp so she decided to make some toasted bread. She cut up a loaf of bread and placed the pieces on the tray and preheated the oven to 365 degrees. Bernard walked up behind her and kissed her cheek lightly. She smiled.
"Oooh, toasty," he grinned, picking up a piece of bread and biting into it.
"Bernard!" Beatrice laughed, yanking the bread away from him, "those are for the guests!" Bernard shrugged as she tossed it in the trashcan.
"How is everyone? Enjoying themselves, I hope?" Beatrice questioned.
"Oh yes. Everything is going well. The food, the music, the entertainment. And wait until we dance! That will really charm them."
"Dance! Oh Bernard I completely forgot!" Beatrice yelped. She threw the tray into the oven and slammed it shut. She looked down at her watch and saw it was 11:42pm.
"Come on, let's get out there and put the music on," Beatrice said, taking Bernard's arm and pulling him out the door.
"Remind me to take the bread out in 20 minutes, darling," Beatrice ordered, pushing a CD in the stereo. Bernard nodded and grabbed the microphone that was attached to the stereo.
"Alright everyone, we're going to have a little dance party here. C'mon! Give it up, go crazy…let's boogie!" Bernard yelled as Beatrice pressed the 'play' button. Music blasted through the speakers and everyone got up to dance. Lights flashed and everyone was pressed up against each other, eager to get their groove on. Beatrice danced with Bernard and they laughed at how childish they were acting. They were having so much fun, that they weren't paying attention to the time. Little did they know, but it was 12:03am. They slow danced for a few songs and Beatrice embraced her husband's presence. She rested her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes, letting her body move with his. It was now 12:32am, and something was going on in the kitchen.
The oven, which had been left to burn, had eaten up the bread and had even melted the tray. The fire crept onto the oven door, burning it to a crisp. It fell onto the ground and burned everything in sight. The counter, which held all of Beatrice's pots and pans. The fridge, where all the food was stored. The fire grew bigger and bigger and burst through the doors, finding its way to the front door. The guests, who were in the back of the house, smelled something burning.
"The bread!" Beatrice screamed suddenly. She looked down at her watch and yelped when she saw it was 12:44.
"Shit! Damn it, Bernard!" Beatrice screamed into his face and ran towards the kitchen. Flames jumped out at her face and she realized the whole thing was on fire. She ran towards the living room where the guests were and waved her hands in the air.
"FIRE! FIRE! EVERYBODY GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE…OUR HOUSE IS ON FIRE!"
