52. Party

Isabelle

"It's fucking huge," my mouth hung agape before we even walked inside of the gate. The luxurious estate was lined in speckles of gray and white paint and easily rose well over 4 stories. The teeming greenlife lined the house in a scattered pattern; the trees were trimmed along the concrete path. Some shrubs were cut into figurines and you could hear the loud music blasting all the way down the street. Cars were everywhere and I suddenly got nervous.

"Jen," I fumbled with my words, "How in the hell can they afford this?" I was so shocked.

Jen just laughed. "I'm serious, Periwinkle. Whose house is this?"

She grabbed my hand and we headed inside. We were greeted by a boy who I assumed was the host. His blonde hair and his smile to match were blinding. He seemed to give off that he was the life of the party. Jen and the guy had a brief conversation before she introduced us.

He gave me his hand to shake so I took it. "I'm Brax," he