The Barista's Girl

Chapter 27 - Death Trappers!!

Jazz's POV -

I nervously step out of the car while Ryan holds the door for me as Jay-Jay does the same for Al. I look at the huge mansion in front of me. From outside you couldn't tell there was much going on inside, but the humdrum of the people around me walking in clothes that practically screamed of their wealth was enough to shatter the illusion of peace that the mansion portrayed.

Ryan held out his arm for me, which I took hesistantly. In my defense, I don't wish to face plant myself when I am aware of the death trappers I am walking in. Al would kill me if I destroyed her masterpiece. Her words not mine.

"It's going to be alright," Ryan whispers in my ears as we all continue to walk towards the door.

"What are you talking about?" I ask with utmost fake confidence, but he doesn't need to know that.

"You are really tensed and are continuously fiddling with your hands. It's hard not to notice your nerves," he answer while rolling his eyes.

"Sure, blame me for being nervous because parties are so my scene," I reply sarcastically.

"Well, just think of it as Prom. There will be dancing, food and just a bit of forced socialization. Surely, prom wasn't that bad right? If you handled that then you could surely handle this?"

I remained silent as we enter through the door and start walking down the foyer towards the grand staircase.

"Was your Prom experience bad?" he asks, seeing my silence. Well, at least, he didn't sugar-coat his words.

"I didn't attend Prom neither the Junior nor the Senior Prom."

"Why?"

"Well let's just say my family wasn't exactly happy with the idea of me going out on a date at such a 'young age', so I just went back to India," I murmur, remembering how my father's protective nature, fueled by my sister's rambling made the situation so worse. They acted as if I was going to lose my freaking virginity.

"Young age?" he asks more to himself than me.

"My father's very over-protective. Besides, India doesn't have the Prom tradition we simply have a formal farewell. So, they weren't exactly comfortable with the whole idea," I answer dryly as we enter the room where the party was being held.

I gasped seeing the beautifully candle lit room. One won't be able to tell it was day, once you have stepped inside the room. The dark black curtains effectively blocked any sunlight. On one side tables were set up with butterfly card holders that stated the table number and the person's name. On the other hand, there was an open bar, highlighted with a net of golden fairy lights gracefully decorating the bar counter.

(A/N - Table Decorations.)

In the middle of the room, people were talking or dancing while an orchestra played for the couples. The air smelled of expensive perfumes as women adorned with all kinds of jewellery chatted amongst each other.