Dera.
The music was just so right, here. It was low enough to hear yourself think, but also loud enough to drown out whatever nonsense you didn't want to hear. The pretty sounds, the clinking of glasses all around, and the polished smiles from beautiful people made me feel at ease.
I adjusted the strap of my backless red dress, took a small sip of my drink, and smirked to myself.
"Damn, I look good tonight." I muttered under my breath, catching my reflection in the wall mirror. My smoky eyes was doing exactly what it was supposed to do, to make people stop and stare. And they were staring, alright. I didn't mind.
I had left Zara at home with the new babysitter who came highly recommended, and I told myself I'd stay out for just two hours, though she was prepared to stay the night. Two
