The ballroom was packed with people drinking and dancing to the music. The party had yet to officially start, but there was no stopping the festive energy. The venue was beautifully decorated. It was adorned with multiple chandeliers and flowers were overflowing from the tables. Confetti was continuously thrown by the machine, and there were staff ready to whisk away any unsightly build-up. I could hear the fireworks from inside.
Mia and I made our way through the crowd until we reached the side entrance for the staff.
There, I saw Malik standing alone, wearing a hunter-green suit that complemented my dress. I hated it. I hated how we were supposed to match each other tonight, and I internally chastised myself again for brushing away my suspicions. Why was I in denial for so long? I shou
