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A smile crossed my lips as I stared out of the limousine's black-tinted window.

When we arrived at the party, there was a long line at the entrance of the grand venue. The logos of the two companies were illuminated, and it felt like the premiere of a major movie.

Amelia looked at me excitedly as the driver stepped out of the car to open our door. I stepped out first, greeted by cheers and nearly blinding flashes from the cameras. I quickly adjusted and smiled for the photos.

I waited for Amelia, who took a bit longer to acclimate to the powerful camera flashes. I took her arm, and we walked to the entrance of the venue.

A large, muscular man smiled at me and held the door open.

"Miss Finn," he greeted me.

I smiled and passed through, drawn into the music.

Although the party was somewhat private, there was a considerable crowd, making it feel like a real nightclub. I entered and noticed the changing colored lights, excellent music, and people having a great time.

I smiled broadly, soa