❝ drugs and fucking money, fucking up this whole thing. ❞
- drugs & money by chase atlantic ——————— JENNA'S POV: 'FANCY' NIGHT CLUB
"At least it looks more appropriate," Astonia chirped, "Looks more like a hall than a club." She combed through her hair nervously once we'd stepped foot into the building, people dressed in fancy attire, most of them following up with the theme of 'gold'.
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^ Astonia's outfit (inside vest and flower is gold)
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^ Jenna's outfit ———————
"Come on," I rushed, the click of my heel turning a few heads in our direction, "He's supposed to be here with Caleb McLaughlin to discuss their family's schemes; they're both working with each other."
"Drink, madams?" A waiter with a tray of champagne said as he approached the two of us.
"No thank you," Astonia said, thanking him with a smile as he walked past her, returning the gesture. The people around weren't teenagers like the other night, most of them were adults looking for business opportunities. She helped herself to some punch from the table behind us and brought another cup, handing it to me, "Grape punch?" She asked.
"Not fond of it," I replied, looking back at the crowd, scanning for the two targets.
"Cherry punch?" She asked, offering me the other cup which made me turn my head slightly.
"Now you're talking." I said, giving her a small smile and taking the cup, sipping from it.
"Heads up." Astonia warned, sipping her cup and looking up from it at two teens laughing about something at the other side of the hall. I lifted my brows; impressive.
