Colorblind [h.s]

35

"Well I was there and I saw what you did. 

I saw it with my own two eyes

So you can wipe off that grin, I know where you've been

It's all been a pack of lies."

In the Air Tonight - Phil Collins

December 27

9:04 pm

My jaw drops when we pull up the long driveway to the house where the event is located. It's an enormous white stone mansion, completely surrounded by green, secluding the house from any neighbors.

"Whose house is this?" I ask Louis, remembering that no one told me who our host for the night is.

"How the hell should I know? I doctored our invitations."

I nod in response. It makes sense that the host doesn't know that drugs are being sold in their home, especially since it's clear they aren't buying. Plus, the boys are nothing if not secretive. No one here knows them besides their customers.

When we walk inside, we're immediately greeted by waiters standing at the bottom of two marble staircases leading up to the second floor, and they offer each of us a glass of champagne. I politely take one and chug it in three big sips. I need to take the edge off.

"We're in a 15.8 million dollar mansion, Violet. Show some class," Louis jokingly scolds me.

"Right, sorry."

A balcony overlooks the foyer and a beautiful chandelier hangs from the ceiling, with a mural directly above it that reminds of the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel.