Naomi
Rolling up to an opulent, lit-up mansion at the edge of a cul-de-sac, I take a moment to absorb the scene before me. This is the address Dominic shot over earlier. Zara, who has been talking my ear off the whole drive here, goes quiet beside me, her eyes widening at the house's grandeur. Pulsating beats meld with bursts of laughter, and even in the…
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