The music boomed through the speakers in the living room, and Amara was smiling for the umpteenth time at someone who had said a weird joke about her birthday.
She had settled on a black sleeveless mini gown and a pair of boots, pulled her hair tightly in a high ponytail, and Becky had done her makeup—grumbling that she looked like the mistress of evil instead of Sleeping Beauty.
The house was filled with a lot of students, even some juniors…most people she had not even shared a conversation with.
But that was something she could handle.
What she couldn’t, however, was Leo’s absence and Adrian’s strangeness.
She was worried Leo wasn’t here yet, but then she couldn’t lie that she was a little bit relieved that he wasn’t here. She wouldn’t have to announce to everyone that they were dat
