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Paloma Perez.
“Oh my gash!” Eva pulls out her phone to take a picture of the entrance.
I step out of the car right after Rebekah, and for a moment, I’m just… stunned.
The entire penthouse is glowing like a dream. Lights in every imaginable color wrap around the gate and spill over the building like glittering vines. Neon blues, hot pinks, and golds. Music thumps from all corners in every genre, rhythm and bass as it vibrates through my chest even from here, mixed laughter and the occasional "WOO!" that tells me this party is already wild.
“Daryl?” Rebekah calls sweetly, handing her phone to the chauffeur. “Take a picture of us.”
She pulls me to her side, making sure she stands in the middle. I smile, adjusting my skirt a little higher on my thigh…just enough to show off the bea
