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My black t-shirt and my baggy blue jeans were flexible enough to cover up my body type.

"Please wear something nice, Babe. I mean, these are not bad, but you should wear some party dresses," Abigail said and started to check my closet.

She turned her head with disappointment. "Not a single dress to wear at parties," she said.

"I told you all. Parties are not my thing. I should not go there."

"Wait, no! I didn't mean it. You are my best friend. I was just saying this because I wanted to give you a hot look. Forget about my words. You look good."

I chuckled at her panic reaction. I pulled all of my hair toward the back of my head in a low ponytail.

I pulled out two thick hair stands to cover my face. I reached for my glasses and put them on.

"Do you know how beautiful you are? Why are you hiding yourself like this?" Abigail asked.

I turned around and smiled at her. "This is not called hiding myself. This is me."

Abigail removed her long black coat and offered it to me.

"Wear it."

"No, there is no need for it," I said, admiring her hot purple dress, which fit her body perfectly.

She wrapped the coat around me. "This is just a coat. You have to wear it. You will get a cold."

After putting on the coat, I looked at myself in the mirror. It was a long black coat, and designed with big silver glossy buttons.

"What about you?" I asked her.

"I don't need it anyway." She winked.

We got into her car after leaving my house. She was rich enough to have her own car. Her father was a great businessman, so buying an expensive car for his daughter was nothing to him.

However, Abigail never treated me arrogantly.

As I leaned against the seat, I looked outside the window.

"I am super excited for today," Abigail said while driving.

She turned eighteen a few months ago, so she had her driving license.

"You like parties a lot, don't you?" I asked.

"Of course. And Luke's party means our party. We are the bosses there," she replied and laughed.

After about an hour, we arrived at Luke's guesthouse. I noticed a large number of cars parked outside.

We got out of the car and proceeded to the main door. I could see people going inside the house.

I was greeted by thick smoke and loud music from the moment I stepped inside the house.

As Abigail and I made our way through the crowd of people, I grasped her hand tightly.

The entire house was transformed into a nightclub. Here and there, people were drinking beer in red cups; some of them were even holding bottles. Some boys and girls were talking and moving their legs to music.

"Ava, Abigail."

Debra rushed over to us as soon as she noticed us. She was in a pink dress that was knee-length. She was looking pretty and gorgeous, as always.

She hugged Abigail, then me. "I am so glad you have come. I must say that Abigail works some real magic. How did she handle your mother?"

"My mom wasn't at home," I said.

"Shit! You shouldn't have said it. They might think I am a genius," Abigail uttered.

We laughed together. Debra took hold of our hands and gestured toward a boy.

"What made Luke invite him here? How dare he dance with the girl he cheated on me with?"

She was talking about her ex-boyfriend.

"Maybe he had a chance to patch up, but your boyfriend ruined it," Abigail mumbled.

"Patch up my foot! I am going to show him his place."

"By how?" I asked.

"By getting a new, handsome boyfriend."

I shook my head. My friends were quite amusing.

Reaching a boy, Debra gave him a shoulder pat. When the boy turned to face her, she whispered something into his ear. The boy grinned as he nodded at her. Then both of them started to dance in front of her ex-boyfriend.

"Bravo!"

Abigail shouted and cheered for her.

I glanced around the house. A few people who were sitting on the couches started to make out. I averted my gaze from them.

How could they do such things in front of everyone? I meant that there was something called privacy.

"Let's go to Luke. He must be at the poolside," Abigail said to me.

We made our way to the poolside, with Abigail leading the way because she had been here three times before.

"There he is!" Abigail said when she found Luke when we arrived at the poolside.

Luke was talking with a group of boys. Abigail walked up to him. I was trailing her behind. But something caught my eye, and my steps came to a halt.

I noticed that some boys and girls were cheering for something.

When I turned around, I saw a boy wearing a black blindfold.

It was Ian Dawson!

He was in black jeans and a sleeveless black jacket, revealing his tattoos. His jacket's half-chain was unzipped. He was not wearing a t-shirt inside, which gave him an extremely hot appearance.

Girls were giggling as he moved around, walking closer to them so he could catch them at any time.

It looked like he was playing blind man’s buff with the girls. His friends were drinking while having fun with the game, as if it were a dare for him to catch a specific girl.

My eyes widened when I saw he was coming in my direction. I took a few steps back. However, he kept coming toward me.

I turned around when he was almost there. But before I could move to the other side, a hand grabbed my wrist and drew me to a firm chest.

Everyone became silent around us.

I was shocked by the closeness. His touch made my whole body freeze.

He chuckled and bit his lower lip, as if he could hear my rapid heartbeats.

His lips caught my attention. He had a mole in the center of his lower lip. It struck me as the world's most beautiful sight.

He slowly lifted his hands and took off his blindfold.

But the moment the black cloth was removed from his eyes, his smile vanished.

“You!”