The first semester in Oxford has already started. Balancing between studying to become a lawyer and life in general, Julia Eden has found herself sitting across from a shrink, or in better words: a psychologist.
It only gets worse when the old man s...
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The drive to the club was short. At this hour of the night, in the darkness, the entrance looked glamorous under the shimmering pink light overhead. Goosebumps formed on Julia's legs when she stepped out of the vehicle. The hem of her slip was a good eight inches above her knees while she only wore her fluffy boudoir slippers bought for wearing, oh well, in the house only.
Poppy hadn't cut her name off the list, fortunately. With Skrein waiting outside by the Audi, an odd sense of embarrassment gripped her.
Inside, it was impressive, Slash meeting Alice in Wonderland just like she had heard, with its interior of mirrors, rich mahogany, plush velvet and silk curtains for privacies. Artificial flower branches spread around the vibrant ceiling over the neon dance floor. It smelled like sweat and a heady mixture of perfumes and sickly sweet alcohol. So many familiar faces greeted her, peppering her with 'hellos' and 'hi's.
"Didn't Mummy restock your makeup collection this Summer, Eden? Oh, wait, she was busy cataloguing real models," some girl shouted from the revolving columns of smoke and moving bodies, someone who probably wouldn't have dared to say this to her face.
One thing that struck Julia as strange was the presence of older men by the mirror-backed bar, illuminated under the purple neon lights. Pretty sure Poppy's stepsister was too young (even younger than them) to have these men as friends. A boy in the crowd seemed eerily familiar. Golden hair, tall and pale. George, Liv's boyfriend? She wasn't seeing right. George wasn't in London at this moment, not even in the UK.
With a sigh, Julia went straight for the second floor, greeted by a dimly-lit laidback lounging area. The stench of martinis was strong. Strangely enough, none of her own friends seemed to be in here. The booths were mostly occupied with couples in heated situations, with their tongues down each others' throats.
"Jules, hey!" A voice drawled from one of the booths she had just passed. Normally, the hint of New York in his voice would tell it was Jonathan Dean or probably Luke Dean, his twin. The girl he had his legs tangled with touched his baby smooth cheek, pulling his face towards her to continue snogging. He gently pushed her away from around his legs, which were clad in ripped jeans. He was oddly dressed for a club, in his plain white tee-shirt and those curls at the top of his head, was something that didn't resemble to his other twin in the sense of style.
Jonathan Dean walked out of the booth. The girl he had been snogging cursed his name, which only put a smile to his baby face.
"Hey, I'm talking to you Juliana Del Rey."
He caught her by the elbow. Julia turned immediately, guilty for not noticing him before and relieved to finally see someone.
