Mannie’s POV
I knew coming to Zarah’s house for the party was a bad idea.
Everything about the place made my skin crawl. The big gold pillars. The fake white roses covering the walls.
The loud, rich music that felt like it was trying too hard to impress. Even the cake was taller than me.
I stood by the drink table, holding a plastic cup filled with orange juice, my eyes scanning the crowd. Most of them were strangers dressed in flashy clothes that I probably could never afford.
Some were taking selfies or showing off jewelry or laughing too loud.
Then my eyes landed on him.
My heart stopped.
Dominic.
He had just walked in. His black coat still on, eyes sharp like they were scanning the room for a target. His face looked the same as always—cold, serious and unreadable.
I froze.
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