By the time we pull up in front of Felix's mansion, the street outside is a chaos of headlights and taillights, a blur of revving engines, and overlapping music from car stereos. I knew this was going to be a party, but I didn't expect this. The front yard is already packed with sleek cars and motorbikes, each more expensive-looking than the last. I spot at least three Ducatis, and one car with gold rims that looks like it could double as a spaceship.
Julia lets out a long whistle from the passenger seat, the kind that curls at the end like a ribbon of mockery. "Damn, girl," she turns to me, eyes wide in theatrical disbelief. "You didn't tell me your boy lives in a movie set. This mansion is insane."
Liam adds, "And those fancy cars? Phenomenal."
"I'm not his girl," I mutter, though my ears are already warm.
