(Aaliyah)
MIRAGE.
It was the name of the club the girls had dragged me to against my will, and as we stood outside, waiting to be let in, I couldn’t help but open my mouth in awe.
The place was absolutely breathtaking—and if the hundreds of people lined up at the entrance was any indication—very exclusive too.
I shot my friends a look, “Maybe we should just give up and go elsewhere? We’ve been standing out here for a good two hours already,” I complained, but all the girls shot me a simultaneous glare, “Have you seen how you look, Aaliyah?”
“How truly stunning are you in that dress?”
“We’re not wasting it on just any club, girl. This is exactly where we will be.”
Dona shot me a confident grin after our three friends had spoken, “Don’t worry, Aaliyah, my contact will show up soon and
