Val's P.O.V

The living room is a mess of pillows, pizza packs, and half-empty champagne glasses and before I could gaze at our long projected window facing the outside. It was already getting dark, so much for a geng night.

It was supposed to be a girls' night. Face masks, gossip, movies and maybe a little bit of emotional venting over ice cream. But then, the guys had crashed in making it more vibing.

“And yet the party is over, l said out loud.

They all turn facing me.

You want it back, ...