4: Part 1

Liv had a car which her parents had gifted to her when she was sixteen and since then she had been using it. It has being over five years now and the car had visible signs of being old. But it was still a nice little black car.

"When are we going to reach?" I asked. It had been over half an hour and we were still driving through the New York roads to reach to her friend, Wilma's place.

"Are you so excited that you can't wait to reach there?"

"You wish."

She rolled her eyes. "We're almost there." Liv replied, excitement evident in her tone. What a party animal.

She pulled up in front of a large mansion with high walls surrounding it and a black intricately designed gate which had two men in black on either side of it.

Liv unbuckled her seatbelt and glanced at me. I still had my seat belt on.

"Why aren't you getting out?" She asked while smoothing out the corners of her dress which perfectly fit her. Her dress on me was a bit big but st