CAMILLA'S POV:
The club was a dimly lit, pulsating cave, the air thick with the smell of sweat and smoke. Strobe lights flashed like fireflies, illuminating the crowd's frenzied dance moves. The music was a deafening roar, a relentless beat that seemed to reverberate deep within the chest. Bodies pressed together, lost in the rhythm, as the DJ spun a web of sound that was both mesmerizing and suffocating. On the dance floor there were a stream of bodies dancing and pressing against each other in a sensual dance.
"Let's head to the bar. I need a drink after all that driving." Israel says as he begins to walk towards the bar without waiting to see if we were following him.
"He owns all this." I said to no one in particular. The music was so loud I doubt Blaine could hear me. His p
