The smell of trouble

Leilani

“Dad doesn’t like rowdy gatherings, so there’s only going to be family, close friends, and colleagues, I guess,” Neil said, his hand on the small of my back as we walked away from the car, and onto the carpet leading forward.

I’ve always known that Neil’s father was rich and successful, but my surprise knew no bounds when we arrived at the event.

It was being held at a whole new luxury mansion Neil’s dad recently bought, with the biggest and most beautiful yard space I have ever seen. The humongous driveway was filled with the expensive vehicles of guests who gave me the impression that everyone was here to show off their costly and prized possessions. Glowing night lights stood strategically, illuminating the area in a golden glow.

“Where the heck is she?” Neil bit out as we neared the wide entrance of the mansion flanked by men in black suits and sunglasses. At night. Classic music filtered out over the sounds of people talking, laughing, and generally soc