*Kaya’s POV*
The house was finally quiet. The music had died down, the guests had left, and all that remained were the empty glasses, discarded plates, and the mess of a party that had gotten out of control. I leaned against the grand staircase, still dressed in my shimmering silver dress, heels kicked off somewhere in the chaos. My feet were aching, but that wasn’t what bothered me.
I couldn't find Angel.
This was supposed to be *our* night—*my* night, really. I had gone all out for this. My parents were away for the weekend, leaving the house all to myself. The weather had been perfect—warm and clear, the sky dotted with stars—and everything had been set up to be flawless. The mansion glowed with lights, music pulsed through the air, and everyone who was anyone was there. My friends
