Chapter 18: Infamous Mr. Ivar ‘douche’ Azai

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Alaina's POV:

Were we late or something?

With the way things were set all around, all the lights and the tables filled with pizzas, chips, dips and a huge ass bowl of fruit punch, which we all know never really contains Just a fruity punch in it; it looked like there was indeed a party here.

Now consider all those things I just mentioned above as very messed up and the place looked disturbed, like there came a stampeded in the house; all the signs pointing to the fact that they did party here.

The only thing missing were people. Where was everybody? It was as if they already left.

I didn't know what was actually going on. Thoughts of going in further to look around quickly got dismissed in my head as I didn't find it right to snoop around someone else's house either.