Danielle

Chapter 6 - Dream About Me?

Danielle POV

I take a power nap until my cellphone pierced the silence in my room. Ringing out loud making me almost jumped my heart out. I glanced over the screen, it's Hayley Emerson from the other day. I looked up from my bed, its almost 6PM.

I cleared my throat, "Hey, Hayley. What's up?" I hope I doesn't sound hoarse.

"Hey, cutie. You coming tonight, right?" I heard so many loud noises across the phone. I assume it's the party. Who start a party at 6PM? Only Hayley.

"Sure. I will. See you tonight."

"See you, cutie! Can't wait to meet you!" she sounds excited and still sober. That's a good sign.

"Meet you soon, bye." I hung up. Finally decided to get my lazy head up, taking a shower.

I decided to wear a halter silver dress, paired with white heels. I also did a soft makeup to hide my swollen eye bags that I acquire as a results from my exhausting works. I looked at the mirror in front of me.

I looked.. okay. My eye bags is still there, make up only hide it a bit.

I sighed. This past few days has been stressing me out so much, I don't even get a proper sleep. There was so many beauty brand wants to do collaboration with me, but I'm this perfectionists type, I won't review these brands if they were not as great as they say. So I needed to do research on their ingredients and much more.

My name was all over the social media since my birthday, tonight would be my first appearance since my party.

Behave, D. One wrong move, and your dream will poof.

When I asked Hayley her address, I never knew her house would be this big. I mean, she is rich, super rich, but no offense, this kind of house, is nothing she could afford.

I can't really describe how this house was, I can tell its surprisingly big and wide, I think its made of some high quality wood, its white color shines through the night, almost felt like its blinding, with like what, five floor? Six floor? I can't tell. I'm confused now.

All I know was I'm pretty sure Hayley is freaking rich. Maybe like some Arabian sultan's daughter, or maybe the president's daughter.

I walked my way inside. I was getting the nerve which as I stepped closer, I would hear the music louder. But I hear none.

Did I come to the wrong house? I stopped before I embarrassed myself. Taking my phone, looking through messages, finding her address. Double checking her address, this is her address. I've made it to the right house.

I stand in front of the door, struggling whether I should knock first, or just barge in. This is a party, after all.

I already tried calling Hayley, but she didn't pick up. It's quiet, and the night wind slightly blow through my skin, making me shiver.

Sighed. I decided to put my ear on the door.

Silent.

I still heard nothing. What the hell.

"What are you doing?" a voice whisper right on my ears, almost touched my ear.

I scream my heart out.

"Chill! It's me. What the hell."

I turned my back against the door. It's Dario. Fuck. I swear to God if I were on my 60s, I would die out of shock right now.

"What's wrong with you!" I slap his arm.

"Ouch! What do you mean what's wrong with me? You were the one acting strange." He raised his eyebrows, rubbing his arm, faking pain in his voice.