LILA
Vanilla and sugar hit me the moment we walked in. The scent of Trisha's massive birthday cake mixed with expensive perfume, reminding me of all those sleepless nights I'd spent getting it perfect.
Silver and pink balloons floated under strings of fairy lights, turning the room into something out of a magazine spread. Presents wrapped in glossy paper sat stacked on a table nearby, each one topped with an elaborate bow.
Bodies packed the dance floor, moving to whatever pop song was currently blasting through the speakers. I caught some of my classmates in the crowd and they had been totally absorbed in the music; however, the second Callum and I appeared, everything stopped. The silence hit harder than the drunk screaming and bass that had filled the space moments before.
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