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OK, fine, I understand you, but let’s just go to the party for the sake of seeing our old friend. “That is the only reason I'll go but I won't stay until midnight. “But the party starts at 8 p.m, and the after party is at midnight. “After party? There is an after party? I’ve always known Jojo to be very extra but I guess she has advanced these years. I’d love to unwind and have fun too, but I've to resume by 8 a.m tomorrow, so I'll just come to the party, greet Jojo, and come back home.

DANI After the book launch, we have a little barbecue in the backyard of Lana's house. It's a warm and intimate afterparty with Lana, Larry, Larry's friends, Lana's editor and ofcourse me and Nate. The men are dealing with the fire and burning the meat. The women are having a good gossip over some good wine. There's lots of wine and beer and cocktails moving around but the pregnant ladies only have mocktails. When everyone is full, we sit around the huge fire with drinks in our hands and blankets wrapped around our shoulders. I'm sitting next to Nate. And everyone is typically sitting next to their partners, talking in hush tones.

"Girl, you don't look like you've ever been pregnant and given birth. Ariah is turning six years old, but you still look so sexy. What's your secret?" Aurora praised me while we stood facing each other in front of a large mirror, both of us admiring each other's appearance. Tonight, the social party at one of the towers of Percepta Group will take place. Mama and Papa, along with Oliver, have already gone ahead to the venue, while Aurora and I stayed behind at the hotel because we weren't done getting ready yet.

There was nothing out of particular with his tone. Brent stared at the monitor, ensuring the other party wasn't moving to other places. Rubus remained at the same spot. Besides, he answered the call on the balcony. They could hear the waves pounding and the vague helicopter sound. Kelvin was going to land above Rubus while Black Fox tried to distract him. "Tomorrow is Mr. Miller Senior's birthday banquet. It'll be a lively party. I'm thinking of taking action at that time." "The details." Rubus didn't want to waste his time on the useless descriptions.

Lena’s POV The empty plates and silver-dusted remnants of our celebratory feast had long since been cleared away by the attentive waitstaff, replaced instead by the quiet, comfortable lull that follows a heavy meal. The amber lighting of The Obsidian seemed to grow a little softer, the jazz playlist drifting into a smooth, late-afternoon instrumental.

I lay there in my room, staring at the ceiling. Then, my phone buzzed—an Instagram update notification. I opened it. Juliet had just posted something—eight photos of her with Edward and his friends at a private club last night. Right in the middle, one shot showed her sitting on Edward's lap, smiling at each other. It also included a caption. [Capital Alliance Gaming Night: A fresh start worth celebrating!] I stared at that photo for a long time. Then, without thinking, I tapped on the Like button. A few minutes later, Edward called me.

Natalie sat at the far end, composed, stirring sugar into her coffee. “Morning,” she said. “Morning.” “Big wedding today,” she added lightly. “Yes!” Donna nearly bounced. “With music and cake and a kiss. I’ve never been to one!” “That does sound exciting!” Natalie said, her voice genuine. Bethany poured coffee. “Do you know when you’ll be back?” Anthony answered, “There’s an afterparty, but we’re not staying long. Donna needs to be in bed by nine.” Donna groaned. “But tonight is special, we should stay!”

“Perfect timing then — no one to scold me. Want one?” “No thanks, Cheska. Leave me out of it.” “You’re such a good girl now. Remember when we used to hide this from our parents?” “Hahaha, yeah, thanks to Gabriel.” “So he’s really the reason you changed.” “Yes, only him. Oh — the party organizer is here.” “Good morning, Ma’am.” “Good morning. Please, come in.” “Should we start decorating inside or outside first?” “It’s fine to start inside, but focus more on the outside.”

We finally separated and made our way to Mike's house for the after-party. Why his parents allowed a bunch of high school kids to take over their home, I'll never know. But, then again, it wasn't my problem. The party seemed to be an extension of the Prom. All the same people that I saw just a few minutes ago were now at this party. The only difference was that a lot of them were getting drunk and acting like stupid high school kids do – loud and obnoxious, telling each other how much they had been drinking and how drunk they felt.

I would not let the tragedy of my past life repeat itself. Back then, during Liam's mom's birthday party, Liam had been drugged with an aphrodisiac. He searched desperately for someone else but found no one. I accidentally stumbled into his room, and in my confusion, we ended up… together. The crowd that burst in saw everything, branding me as a shameless woman without a shred of dignity. From that day on, Liam despised me, convinced I had been the one to drug him. No matter how many times I explained, he dismissed it as lies.