Arranged To The Bravta King
It’s my high school graduation, for fuck’s sake, and I have a right to celebrate.
As I approach the house, laughter and music spill out from the open front door, welcoming me inside. I slip into the house and instantly start smiling at the crazy energy of my friends and classmates as they jam out to vintage late 90s and early 2000s music.
A small group of people stand by the pool, drinking beer and laughing loudly. I take a deep breath and walk toward them, grabbing a Coors from an open cooler as I try to blend in.
“Maria Rostova, as I live and breathe!” Diana squeals in delight when she sees me. “You made it! Oh my God, I love this look! Come on, girl. Let’s show them how to dance!”
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