The atmosphere inside Pulse was electric, a sensory overload of flashing lights, pounding bass, and bodies moving in sync with the music. The air felt thick, almost suffocating, but Olivia thrived in the chaos. Her sequined dress shimmered like liquid silver, catching every flicker of neon light as she swayed to the rhythm. Her movements were fluid, almost hypnotic, but there was a restless edge to them. She wasn’t here to enjoy herself—she was here to drown out the noise in her head.
Bailey’s voice cut through the music as she appeared at Olivia’s side, her dark hair plastered to her forehead from dancing. Bailey tugged on Olivia’s arm, her excitement infectious. “Finally! You’re getting into it!”
Olivia forced a smirk, lifting her glass. “Something like that.”
Bailey didn’t wait for O
