Zeph’s POV
Later in the night, I sighed, staring at myself in the mirror, feeling so skeptical about this. Why did I even agree to this party in the first place? Maybe if I slipped out of my window, I could avoid this entire thing-
“Zeph, open up. Don’t tell me you’re hiding in there,” Vixxen’s voice interrupted my thoughts through the door, his voice sounding amused.
I rolled my eyes and made my way to the door, pulling it open. The moment Vixxen laid his eyes on me, his lips parted, and he took a step back, dramatically holding his chest as if he had just heard the most devastating news.
“Oh no,” he gasped. “Who died?”
I frowned. “What?’
“Are you attending a funeral. Wow Zeph, such a bold choice. You look like you’re about to mourn the loss of joy at this party.”
I groaned, smack
