Alina’s POV
Something about this party feels wrong. I can’t put my finger on it, but the music, the laughter, the clinking glasses—it all feels off, like everyone’s dancing on the edge of something I can’t see. Maybe it’s just me. I overthink everything.
“Here you go,” Naomi says, handing me a glass of wine.
“Thanks,” I murmur, taking a sip. The taste is sweet, but it doesn’t settle the unease in my stomach. “Naomi… do you feel weird being here?”
She raises a brow. “Weird how?”
“I don’t know,” I admit, glancing around. “Just… off.”
She laughs softly. “You’re only like this because you’re missing your man,” she teases, nudging my arm. I can’t help but smile.
“Come on,” she says, tugging my hand. “Loosen up. Have some fun.”
Reluctantly, I let her drag me onto the dance floor. The bea
