Davina
It all started with a note slipped under my door.
“House party tonight at 8 PM. Don’t be late. – Your neighbors.”
I hesitated when I read it, biting my lip. The couple across the street had moved in only a few months ago, they were wealthy, charming and the kind of people everyone seemed drawn to instantly. Their house was always buzzing with guests, music and laughter that spilled out into the night.
I had never been inside but tonight, curiosity got the better of me.
At 7:55, I stood in front of my mirror, smoothing the tight black top and skirt I had picked out. It clung to every curve, the skirt was short enough to feel dangerous. My hair framed my face in soft waves and my lips were painted in a shade of red that felt sinful.
When I finally walked across the street, I co
