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Nalya We followed Zac inside the club. It was already 9 p.m., and 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,"