Chapter 12a: Memory
You and Dominic had blended seamlessly into the crowd, your hands gripping the front railing with the perfect view—thank God artist privileges. Music pulsed through the night, and vibrant lights flared overhead. While you lost yourself in the rhythm, swaying carefree to the music, Dominic’s anxious glances kept flickering down at his phone, fingers tapping nervously. He kept sneaking peeks at his screen, occasionally typing something, his foot bouncing anxiously to a completely different beat—when an LED displayed a proposal on-screen. “Ugh, that’s so cringe.” you groaned, wincing, completely oblivious to the gradual look of horror taking over Dominic’s face. He froze, eyes widening in horror as the words sank in—just as drones buzzed above them, about to give a spectacular show in neon l
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