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Chapter 23.5--The Only Person I Want To Dance With

Harper

I spent the whole day getting ready. Mrs. Sanders took me to the salon and we got our nails done together. Before the limo arrived to pick me up, Vincent made sure to take a few pictures of me. We posed together—him in pajama pants and me in the dress.

The limo ride was fun. I mean, Kris and Dan decided to blast music and sing along. Mikala stayed silent in her small corner—but she was smiling too. We also had complementary bubbly. We stopped Dan from drinking all of it because the last thing anyone would want is a wasted Dan. It just wouldn't end well.

We finally pull into the mansion. I've never seen a house like this up close. Usually, this belongs on People magazine or in movies. We all file out of the limo. Mikala is wearing a black dress. I think she made it. The sleeves are a sheer black and it goes up her neck. She kind of looks like someone from the Addams family but for some reason it suits her. Kris is wearing a red dress with a very low V-neck. She looks good though, her hair straightened out and breasts in full display. Even Dan managed to add some of his personality into his tuxedo by wearing a purple tie. I didn't think purple would look good on him, but it does.

What takes me by surprise is all of the people that seem to be flowing inside the house or around to a large tent. With the sun down and moon in the sky, the house looks stunning. There are string lights that are decorated around the columns and on the roof. Small street lamps that function as a road to the tent, illuminating the way there. Honestly, everything about the setting and vibe feels magical.

I start walking towards the tent, hearing my friends follow behind me. The majority of everyone here is old. And by old, I mean forty to ancient. I scan around, looking for more people relatively in the same age group as us, but I come out blank. Two little kids—probably siblings—run past us into the tent where the music seems to be getting louder.

"Damn," I hear Mikala mutter. I turn around and see her looking around with wide eyes. She's not the only one, the Misfits are all quiet for once. Just like me, they're taking everything in.

It never occurred to me that even they didn't realize that Logan's family was this wealthy. Or that they have the power to pull off a huge party like this. Logan never brags or does anything to show off where he comes from. Now that we're all here, we're all surprised. I guess...knowing Logan is a Williamson compared to actually seeing it is something we all didn't expect.

At the entrance of the tent, there's a photographer. She smiles at us, "Picture?"

"Uhm," Kris nods. She pulls us all together, "Sure."

We take a quick picture. My head feels like it's going to explode. There's so much to look at all at once. I'm not sure whether to check out the fountain I briefly saw or go inside the house. Everything is just overwhelming. "Why'd you make us do that?" Dan asks.

"Because pictures are awesome," Kris rolls her eyes.

"What if we have to pay?" Dan adds. He suddenly looks fearful, "I don't have money."

"Oh shut up Dan," Kris hits his arm lightly. They both start to argue about something stupid. Mikala rolls her eyes as if slightly annoyed but used to it. Even though they're bickering, I start making my way through the front entrance.

We walk into the tent and I'm taken aback again. Everyone is standing around or seated at small circular tables. There's a live band playing at one end right beside what I'm assuming is the open bar. A few people and kids are dancing on the dancefloor—which is huge. Most importantly, the scenery. It looks like a party that jumped out of Pinterest.