“Hi, Cammi. The night is still young.”

“No, it's late at night. Stop pouring liquor into your mouth, Ave," Cammila snatched the crystal glass from Avery's hand, making the golden liquid in the glass splash onto her dress.

"Tsk, you dirty my dress, sis," Avery snorted displeasedly.

“You're drunk, Ave. You should go home now."

"Let's party! Turn on the music right now.”

Cammila sighed softly. She massaged her temples, suddenly feeling dizzy when she saw Sarah screaming on an almost ...