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32 - The Afterparty Always Sucks

VALENTINA'S POV

After a week of tedious planning and late nights with Sienna, the party was finally happening.

She had met up with me a day after I received the letter and said it was going to be at another gang's base in the living room that had a built-in bar and I had agreed to it, jumping at the chance to go and see new places.

I was having a great time planning it all, but I could tell the others had different thoughts. Quinn and Xavier were always sceptical around her and gave her dirty looks, always warning me never to get too close to her, and whenever Francis would walk in with Sienna in the room, he would pull me out of the room or tell Sienna to leave which she usually didn't.

What Francis told me at the ball, I thought he might've over-exaggerated so I promised him that after this party, I would cut my contact with her which he agreed to.

And now all the preparation was done, all we had to do is wait for night to see how it goes.

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Sienna and I have organised to get the same dresses and hair so that we could match, and look identical even. I admit that I may be going over the top, but this would probably be the last time that I properly talk to her because if it had to come down to ending my friendship with Sienna or getting into a fight with Francis, I would choose to leave Sienna.

Francis is my everything, I feel like I truly love him, and he feels the same about me. I even came to terms with my true feelings for him so that I could stay like this, beside him. Everything felt perfect when I was around him.

"-entina? Val!" There was a shout across the room that snapped me out of my daze and when I turned away from the vanity, I came face to face with Tara as she snatched the makeup brush from me and started to clean up the mess I made.

"Sorry Tara, just a lot of things on my mind" I sigh, and she nods in agreement but remains silent.

We stay in comfortable silence and once she's done, I thank her and stand up so that I could see my full self in the mirror.

I was wearing a tight silk turquoise dress that went just above my knees and had a small slit down the side, matching Sienna's. I was practically going to run to the bar to see how the preparations were going but as I opened the door, I ran into a hard chest.

When I look up, I see a smug face and I smile at the look of him dressed up. His eyes trail up and down my body and finally, he wraps his hands around my hips and pulls me into his embrace, resting his head on the crook of my neck.

"You look beautiful, more so tonight," he says, and I wrap my arms around his neck, allowing him to kiss me and we hold that position for a while.

"Thanks, birdy," I tease, breaking the kiss, and making him frown. He crooks his arm, and I link mine through him, both of us walking out the door and going to the front, entering one of the first limousines that were parked out front.

We arrived at the house in a matter of minutes and as I stepped out, I could already hear the faint sound of booming music.

Party time.

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We walk to the bar and instantly, loud music and colourful lights are beaming everywhere. The crowd is bustling with life, and it makes adrenaline run through my veins. Francis and I walk to the bar, and he orders 4 shots of vodka and turned to look at the floor.

I felt a hand slither around my waist, and I felt my body heat up, already knowing it was him. He leaned over and whispered into my ear. "You did all this." he pointed out and I looked over the crowd. Everyone was smiling and having a good time because of what I did.