{'We are shaped and fashioned by what we love.'}
QUINN
"This is her house?" I asked, looking around after we sneaked out of the house and drove here silently while eating my favorite skittles. The night was already deep so we were now in the main hours of the party.
"No, this is their family villa," Khloe answered yelling against the music blaring around as we passed through the dancing crowd. "You know her father, right? He's nice but he isn't fond of this kind of event so Arisa is smart enough not to anger his father. Her party would always be in this kind of place but sometimes, she hosts it out of the town. But never at their own house."
I nodded before I creased my nose, not comfortable about the familiar alcoholic smell. It was giving me a nostalgic feeling, though it was barely
