It was her sixteenth birthday party.

And Paris does a party right. The right people, the right music, the right food.

And the right entrance. Paris never just walked into a party. She arrived. Tonight was the arrival of her life.

A phoenix sat perched in a gilded cage. The music pulsed and the crowd turned, the bird gave a mighty squawk and burst into flames to be reborn again. However in the ashes stood a magnificent golden egg, twinkling.

The egg cracked and out stepped Paris Greenwood. The crowd gasped, “Take a picture. I can’t hold this pose forever.”