Chapter 47
Skye's POV
Remind me why I hate clubs again?
Ugh‚ don't even bother. I could see it clearly the moment I stepped through the front entrance. The music was so loud it vibrated through my ribcage and made my teeth rattle. The air smelled like sweat and perfume and spilled alcohol and the strobe lights were flashing so fast that everyone on the dance floor looked like they were moving in slow motion. Bodies were pressed against bodies everywhere I looked‚ grinding and swaying and touching in ways that would have made me uncomfortable three months ago.
Three months ago I was a different person.
I looked down at myself and almost couldn't believe what I was wearing. It was a white sleeveless bodycon dress that stopped way above my knees‚ so tight it hugged every curve I had like
