Lydia's POV

　　Taking the pictures, removing all evidence that I was snooping through his phone, I lean back on the couch. That's enough drama for today. I have to get home and rest. My phone goes back into the purse which I am carrying - a cute black purse with golden chain straps - and decides to get down the stairs. Walking through the huddled bodies of intoxicated peoples, I finally make it out of the mansion.

　　"Hello miss, the party isn't quite over yet. Are ...