Demi saw the amazement and awe in his gaze as he smiled, "Is there anything this magnificent in Paris?"
Then, he turned to her.
If it was possible, Andre's gaze's awe, adoration and amazement increased by a magnitude as he removed a curl from her vi...
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Demi took a sip of her Nestea as she danced to Dami Duro by Davido. Her feet moved skillfully as the song filled the hyped-up house. Everyone around her was dressed in either tight crop tops or baggy clothes, a blend of 90s and early 2000s fashion as they celebrated her and her sister. Her blush pink Dior Air Jordans, a present from her mother, expertly avoided any messes while having the time of her life. Her upper chest was fitted in a crop top that tied around her slim stomach and showed off another one of her presents: a diamond belly piercing.
After nearly a week of begging, her mother had agreed to allow them to have an alcohol-free party, with a strict emphasis on the alcohol-free. She only wanted a maximum of 80 guests, and it had to be people Demi and Lulu actually knew or at least knew enough to party smartly with. Her rule was so struct that her Columbian uncle who married her aunt was currently checking RSVPs, confirmation emails and IDs in front of the only entrance and exit of the home. The upstairs bedrooms were blocked with actual furniture, to prevent anyone from entering the top floor.
