Liora VossThe week passed faster than I expected.I didn’t even have to suggest the party — Clara and Maya came up with the idea themselves, and Ava, though quieter, didn’t oppose it. Now I was inside the Kensington mansion, surrounded by pulsing music, laughter, and the chaotic energy of rich teenagers finally free from parental supervision.The electronic beat throbbed through the walls, mixing with shouts and laughter. Colored lights swept across the rooms, casting moving patterns on faces flushed with alcohol. The air was thick with the smell of mixed drinks, weed, expensive perfume, and sweat. The party had spilled out to the massive pool area, where people were already jumping in fully clothed, screaming and splashing under the neon lights.Jake and Kane stayed outsid
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