Her.

Chapter 1;

Best mistake I've ever made.

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"Fredo!" I screamed, slightly too loud considering the environment but all in all it didn't matter to me at the moment. I ran from my father's side and into the protective arms of my best friend, Alfredo Flores, as fast as my heels allowed.

My relationship with this boy travels back to my diaper era. We had been neighbors, casually living in suburban New Jersey. Our surroundings permitted us to develop a strong bond and reliable friendship. He moved out to Los Angeles to pursue his dreams involving photography while I, along with my family, proceeded over the border into New York to support my father as he aspired to discover more clients in the city that never sleeps.

As a photographer, it was the best choice for him anf as a producer, it was the preeminent decision for my father but it strained our closeness. Our brother and sisterly love wasn't exactly forgotten but it was slowly condensing. Which is why I tried to keep in contact with him to the best of my capability.

He pulled me in, easily picking me up and spinning me around causing my dress to flow along with the rotation. My freshly curled black hair swayed into the nook of my neck.

"What's up, Roy?" He laughed, lowering his arms to my waist. "How've you been?"

"Great," I smiled. "But I see you've forgotten that I hate that nickname."

His grin grew wider as he let me go. I finally became aware of my surroundings. We had been invited to a yacht party in Ibiza and the large boat was currently crowded with A to Z listers. Music blasted from the lower cabin as drinks were passed around by servants dressed in black and white attire.

I'm not a typical party person which could be looked at as strange since my family gets invited to a lot of them however I would rather cuddle up to the couch pillow and watch marathons of Sex and the City than go out and fist pump the air with alcohol ravaging through my body. I only gave this one a chance because everyone refused to tour the island with me. Including our hotel maids. Also because it was coming towards the end of my semester and I had brought nothing course related to keep me busy.

"Mr. and Mrs. Cruz," I heard Alfredo welcome. My parents have managed their way towards us.

"Alfredo, oh, how you've grown," my mother exclaimed, engulfing Fredo into her arms then letting him go to cup his cheeks. "You still have the same baby face. And not to mention the same chubby cheeks. Look at them, Jason."

My father playfully rolled his eyes earning a giggle from me.

"Elaina, let the child breathe," he chuckled, carefully separating her from Fredo and giving him a handshake. "How are you, Flores?"

"I'm doing well, sir," Fredo replied. I smirked at the fact he was still intimidated by my father. My dad was a bulk and tough guy but he had a heart of gold. He stood as a Joe Manganiello figure, who should be at this party tonight with Sofia, now that I think about it. He was husky and tall, refusing to shave from time to time and constantly visiting the gym. My father could beat the incredible hulk unconscious but the only thing I've ever seen him beat was cake mix. He wouldn't hurt a fly. Nevertheless, Fredo.

They began talking about Fredo's family as I zoned out and looked around some more. I had to admit, the scenery was beautiful. The moon glistened over the ocean perfectly, the ripples of the water sparkling white. My eyes then diverted from over the boat to those on the boat. I felt overdressed compared to the other women here. My dress was actually covering my behind, it didn't show too much cleavage, and it didn't cut off blood circulation in my legs. It was black and simple with low cutouts in the front and back but they were covered by sheer black fabric that matched the sleeves of the dress.