I was anxious.
I had put on the best dress for that Saturday afternoon, but I still felt out of place.
" I'm there to defend you, you know? " Oz asked, as we crossed the gate of the villa.
Eric and Isa lived in a residential neighborhood just outside New York. The VIP area, as Oz had defined it, was a floor of huge villas. It felt like I was in my neighborhood, but with a colder sun.
I snorted and I let him open the door of the mustang.
The door of the house opened instantly when we went up the entrance steps and we were greeted by Eric with a funny Christmas sweater.
" What are you wearing? " Oz mocked him.
" When you have children you will understand, quiet " he replied.
I hugged Eric and I let myself be carried away by the warmth and scent that came from the house.
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