Essel’s Pov
Individuals believe that I am in a romantic relationship with Michael, I whisper into his ear, hoping that our close proximity does not convey any misleading impressions to those around us.
"Where is he then? If he isn't here for you, I certainly will be," he responds.
As we enter the house, it trembles slightly, with numerous unfamiliar faces passing through the foyer. The air is thick with the scent of alcohol and a variety of perfumes.
Ivy excuses herself from Adam and me, stating that she has forgotten something in the car.
Adam guides us to the kitchen, where an array of alcoholic beverages and sodas is prominently displayed.
He selects an unopened soda bottle and pours it into a red plastic cup, as Adam has never been much of a drinker. His father struggled with alc
