Chapter 46

“Live for today, plan for tomorrow, party tonight, party tonight.”

—Drake.

“Hear no evil, speak no evil, and you won’t be invited to cocktail parties.”

—Oscar Wilde.

“The party doesn’t start till I walk in.”

—Kesha.

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Jess’s POV

The pool area of my house has seen more dancing shoes than a ballroom. It was where we twirled, partied, swam, gossip, flirted, and ate till we were filled to the brim with stomach protruding like pregnant women.

I don’t know if this party should be called a thanksgiving party or not, but what I do know is that it was hosted to welcome me back and show gratitude. To show the evil ones that they had failed and I was hale, hearty, alive, and very much kicking. My bones have healed up and I can now walk without any guidance whatsoever.

The party is held in the compound of my mansion-like-penthouse. The entire pool area and garden has been occupied by horny teenagers that grinded and flirted shameless