Chapter 40 The Party's Over

Aria’s POV

By the time I walked back into the ballroom, Greg was already on the microphone calling last call for alcohol. The night had thinned, the shine wearing off. I spotted Nia packing up, slipping things into her bag.

“Umm, girl, you about ready?” she asked, yawning.

“Yeah,” I answered, sli...

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