ILIANA'S POV
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Standing in a baby blue gown, my hand runs down the silk at my side as we enter Drystan's mom's home. It's a very sizable Victorian house, almost as big as a mansion with towers, sections, and a very modern interior. My arm is linked with Drystan's as we stride into the living room, it's large and no furniture is in site. She probably had it removed to make such a large space for everyone here. There are at least a few dozen people around here, all drinking while wearing only the most expensive things.
I hate parties like this.
Mom always had them, and I was usually forced to go when I lived in the house. Since I moved out on my own, it was easier for her to explain why I didn't attend. She probably still throws these lavish parties, but I'm just no longer invited, whic
