I've never been one to party. Never cared for it. I've always either been too tired from studying, too tired from all long hours in the lab, or too broke to waste on what little I have of my savings on a single night that I might not even remember.
So no, I wasn't thrilled storming into a place like this, stone-cold sober, hunting for my fiancé, who so happened to also be the father of my child. I wasn't thrilled at the thought of finding him passed out somewhere, or worse, drunkly wrapped around some girl.
Truth is, I never planned to set foot in here again. The first time was out of curiosity. This time, though...let's just hope that I didn't end up ruining it for them forever.
Because watching Rayna strut through the place like she owned it, I could tell that she loved it here. She had stripped off her top, leaving on just her black lacy bra and jeans. Somehow, she looked radiant, magnetic, even though her outfit was tame compared to what everyone else were wearing.
