Nalya
We followed Zac inside the club. It was already 9 pm. Music was blaring, and people were drinking.
"Zac got us a private lounge. Isn't that cool?" Azura whispered in my ear. I looked around. The place was so lively.
"Here," Zac pushed the two glass doors open.
"SURPRISE! HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Nalya!" I covered my mouth with my hand. About a dozen people from the pack were there with balloons in their hands and standing in front of a big cake.
"Azura," I was choking up a little.
"I know it has been two weeks since your birthday, but I wanted to throw you a party,"
I was emotional and wanted to cry. Azura grabbed my arm.
"Don't dare f*****g cry right now and ruin that makeup," she said. I breathed in and out.
"Thank you so much, guys!" I said.
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU,"
