POV’s Tate
Riley started playing music, and holy f**k was it loud. Lena mixed us all drinks, and we sipped from our sparkly solo cups–yes, sparkly–while Riley ran around doing some last-minute tweaks. She readjusted the disco ball hanging in the living room for the hundredth time, not that it made a difference, before adjusting the speaker volume and dimming the lights. She then turned on a special light that got reflected off the disco ball, casting a glimmer all around the room.
It looked great.
And soon, people were flooding in.
Some of our friends from back in high school appeared, a great group of girls who knew how to have a good time. We all did a round of shots together before even more people started arriving. I poured a drink for Nifa, one of my favorite classmates from an A
