He was her brother's best friend. They were inseparable once, until life and distance pulled them apart. Now, after years of silence, fate reunites Renee Russel and Lando Norris.
Renee, a budding singer-songwriter, navigates the dazzling world of mu...
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CHAPTER 18
where have you been?
"Where have you been? Cause I never see you out Are you hiding from me, yeah? Somewhere in the crowd"
Renee stood in front of the mirror, smoothing down the scarlet dress that clung to her like a second skin. The outfit, a red leather mini-dress that barely grazed mid-thigh, was bold and provocative—perfect for the mood she was in tonight. She paired it with matching red stilettos that accentuated her long legs, the same legs that had been wrapped around the dance floor just the night before. Her lips, painted a deep crimson, matched her dress perfectly, while her dark hair fell in loose waves around her shoulders. Renee was determined to forget everything, at least for tonight.
She slipped her phone and a few essentials into a small black clutch, grabbed a thin leather jacket, and headed out. The party she was going to tonight was rumored to be the biggest event in LA that weekend. It was one of those exclusive, invite-only parties where the guest list was a who's who of the entertainment industry. Models, actors, singers, athletes—everyone who was anyone would be there. And for once, she was ready to dive headfirst into the chaos.
The club, located in a hidden spot in West Hollywood, was already packed when Renee arrived. A long line of hopefuls snaked around the block, but Renee bypassed them all with a simple nod to the bouncer, her name on the VIP list ensuring she was whisked inside immediately.
The scene inside was electric. Neon lights flickered in time with the pulsing beats of the music, casting a multicolored glow over the throngs of bodies packed onto the dance floor. The air was thick with the scent of expensive perfume, alcohol, and the unmistakable tang of something more illicit. Renee was immediately caught up in the energy, the pounding bass vibrating through her entire body.
