Margaux’s POV
The party is already loud before we even reach the front door.
Music bouncing off the walls. People spill across the house holding all types of liquor in red party cups. Couples making out on the staircase. Colourful club like lights dancing off the ceiling.
My stomach immediately twists.
Maybe this was a mistake.
I feel so out of place, I can spot some people I know from drama class but very few. Dean of course is rather familiar. He looks completely at home. He is probably greeted by a hundred people as we break our way through the crowd.
A few of them, no doubt show the same expression. They are confused as to why we are being seen at a party together. I don’t blame them, hell even I don’t know!
“What happened to all that confidence from ten minutes ago?” Dea
