[Jersey]
"Thank you," Mira said to the cab driver, tossing him a few bills. We stepped out, and damn—Dylan’s house was alive. The bass from the music thumped through the air, mingling with laughter and splashing from somewhere behind the house.
Mira grinned, tugging me toward the door. "Told you my cousin knows how to throw a party.”
The two-story house glowed against the night sky, lights flickering from the windows. People milled around the front porch, cups in hand, shouting over the music. From here, I could already smell the faint chlorine and something smoky from the grill. The backyard had to be buzzing.
"Hey, Jersey," Mira's voice stopped me on my track. She tugged me slightly letting me stare back at her. "Do I...do I look okay? Do you think Kiara would love my dressing?" Mira
