Rachel POV
We found a spot at the far corner of the room-a long couch and a low table set a little distance away from the crowd.
Damien immediately sank into the couch, arms folded, jaw tight, his attention fixed on the party like he was observing it rather than part of it.
I sat beside him, offering a small smile in an attempt to ease his tension, while my friends hovered close by.
Mark stood a few steps away, leaning against the wall, quiet and watchful.
"Well, this is boring," Chloe said, her gaze bouncing between Isabella and me. "Are we really just going to sit here?"
"I'm going outside for a bit... Hopefully, the crowd isn't as bad out there." Isabella said.
Chloe hummed, unimpressed. "Boring."
Before any of us could react, she looped her arm through Mark's like it was the mo
