2014/Amelia's POV
The throbbing bass echoed through the open doorway, spilling out onto the manicured lawn of Darren's mansion like an unwelcome guest. Kaylee swaggered confidently towards the entrance, but I hesitated, my stomach twisting into a knot of nervous anticipation.
As we stepped into the house, a wave of heat and noise washed over me. Bodies moved on a makeshift dance floor, dim lights casting the room in an unsettling glow. Everywhere I looked, people seemed to be staring. Or maybe it was just my imagination, fueled by the self-consciousness that prickled at my skin.
"Don't worry, Ames," Kaylee nudged me playfully, her voice barely audible over the music. "I told you you'd look hot!"
I glanced down at the unfamiliar reflection staring back at me from the hall mirr
