KAYLEE
The New Year’s Eve celebrations were already at a peak and it was barely nine on the clock. People drank and ate the finger foods with such gusto I wondered if they planned to wake up the following morning. Or if they had visions of starting the new year in a food and alcohol-induced coma.
The music had been kept low to allow people to chat without having to scream in each other’s faces. Three cars were being used as the focal point of the celebrations. The observation car, dining car and, of course, the party car where Jace had taken me yesterday.
We were in the observation car. The atmosphere was more relaxed here despite the large amounts of alcohol I had seen being poured. The air also wasn’t saturated with the smell of artificial fragrance since the windows had been left op
