Her Sweetest Revenge
“Now, drink up! Tonight, we’re forgetting all our worries.”
Miguel took a sip, feeling the alcohol’s warmth spread through his chest. He wasn’t much of a drinker, but he knew better than to say no at a party like this. Lance had outdone himself. The villa’s open-air setup provided a perfect backdrop for the party, with a massive dance floor at the center, bordered by neon lights that pulsed in sync with the music. Beyond it, a pool shimmered under the moonlight, with partygoers lounging by its edge or daring to jump in fully clothed.
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