Cleo
The moment we stepped through the front door, I headed upstairs, my mind already racing ahead to Ava’s birthday party.
Tonight was supposed to be about celebrating her.
But after everything that had happened lately, I couldn’t shake the strange feeling that tonight might become something none of us would ever forget.
I pushed the thought aside.
Ava deserved one perfect night.
I hurried into my bedroom and started laying my outfit across the bed.
I’d decided on my favourite pair of black, high-waisted faux-leather pants, paired with my black suede cut-out peep-toe sandals. They had chunky heels, which made them far more comfortable than most of my other heels. If I was going to spend half the night standing and dancing, I didn’t want to be hobbling around by the end of it.
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