Julia's POV:
"Oh! Oh! Julia! Over here!" Emily screams.
With Marcelo breathing behind my neck, I made my way through the crowd and towards the living room. All around us, people were drinking the night away or chatting about some topics.
"Hey," I said.
"Oh?" Rylee moves forward and away from the arm of a random guy. "Why are you dressed like that? It's a party!"
I straighten out my tank top and glance at Marcelo.
"I think she looks great," Jacob says. "Dig the leather jacket. Red suits you."
I gave him a tight smile, "Thanks."
"I told her that," Marcelo intervenes.
Marcelo introduces himself to the circle in front of us. Soon, like other groups, everyone gets comfortable, and they all talk as if Marcelo has been their friend since elementary school.
Whatever magical social potion
