third person's pov :
perla's eyes focus on nova, watching her shuffle in her black leather seat and flashing on a smile while pal laughs at something bri says.
"you ok?" perla asks, whispering into nova's ear
nova jumps at the sudden contact but nods quickly and tucks her loose hairs behind her ear. her eyes scan the interior of the limo and she watches as pal reaches over bri for the champagne that sat in a cold cup holder.
"to our best friend getting married." pal grins, holding up a cup filled up with with champagne
bri and perla scream and laugh and nova murmurs a quiet 'yes,' watching as everyone takes a huge swing at the yellow tinted liquid.
"you still don't drink huh?" perla smirks
nova shyly shakes her head and perla nudges her teasingly, taking another sip of her champagne.
"we're here ladies." the limo driver says
"thank you so much oscar." perla says
perla steps out of the car first and sighs deeply, smiling at the cold air hitting her tan skin. pal and bri link arms and guide each other out, chuckles leaving their mouths.
nova takes a deep breath and looks up at oscar's mirror, meeting his eyes. he gives her a thumbs up and she smiles, nodding slightly.
"ring me if you need me, ok?"
she nods and smiles, waving him away and stepping out of the long limo.
perla links arms with nova immediately, comforting her and setting her head on nova's shoulder.
she always knew that nova didn't like going out in big crowds.
although... ethan always helped her with this fear.
"bride?" a hoarse voice asks
nova's head snaps up and she smiles at the broad guard in front of her who nods his head at perla, opening up the club's door.
nova's eyes widen as she hears the bass of the music blaring throughout the interior of the club. people clutch onto others and move their hips to the beat of the music. people at the bars downing shots like it depends on their life.
her eyes land on a specific group of men who's backs were faced towards her but she couldn't help but feel like she knew them.
"c'mon nova!" bri yells, snapping her out of her thoughts
bri grabs onto her hand and guides her to a couch in the back that was directly across the group of men. one of the guy's hands plays with his bulky belt and he sets his other hand on his hip.
nova eyebrows furrow in confusion as she takes a closer view.
"i know that belt." she murmurs quietly
perla grabs nova's arm and guides her to the dance floor and nova tries to tug away from her embrace but fails, a groan leaving her lips as she accepts her defeat.
"just dance." perla orders
nova nods and moves her feet back and forth to the beat, her eyes still focused on the group of men in the back.
she starts to dance more, moving her hips to the beat of the music. perla whistles and nova quickly stops, covering her best friend's mouth.
