Where is he? My eyes can't help but wander around the party, but the lights obstruct my vision.

"Who're you looking for?" Liam asks, walking toward me in a stupid-looking football jersey.

"She's looking for A-"

"No one!" I pull Penelope towards the dance floor. I cannot believe she was about to say that.

On the dance floor, I'm surrounded by people dressed in all sorts of costumes, a nice ambience in the air.

I shuffle my feet across the floor and sway my hips, trying to get comfortable. My movements are stiff and probably awkward to anyone around me, but slowly I become more confident.

Foot forward. Back. Arms left. Right. I start to let my body be more open, letting it guide itself to the beat of the music.

My hair flies wildly through the air, and my forehead starts to form beads of sweat.

I let out a breath as I toss my head in the air, smiling to myself. I forgot how fun parties can be.

And then the upbeat song changes into a slow dance.

Spoke too soon.

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