Sophia's POV The moment we stepped out of the cab, I already knew something was wrong.The place looked nothing like what Donald had been hyping the entire ride here. The music was faint, barely alive, like someone had turned down the volume of a party that was supposed to be loud enough to shake the street. The entrance lights flickered in a tired, almost abandoned rhythm.I stopped walking.“Donald…” I turned to him slowly, narrowing my eyes. “This is the place?”He didn’t even look guilty. In fact, he looked excited.“Yes,” he said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.I blinked once. Then twice.“There’s no party happening,” I said flatly, glancing back at the quiet entrance. “Donald, what exactly is this?”That was when I fully turned to him, my irritation finally catching up with me.“But wait, Donald,” I said, folding my arms. “Whose party are we even here for? Do you even know the person?”That question hit him—and instead of answering immediately, he scratched t
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