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– Am I dreaming, or do you look like my best friend Olivia Turner? said a voice she knew very well.

She turned around and saw Betty drunk. She huffed and began to look around for Maggie. With so many people milling around the room, finding her was going to be a complicated mission. She spotted a sofa at the corner of the room and pushed Betty over to it, making her sit down.

– You stay right here, Betty, I’m going to get Maggie.

– And who’s she? And besides, I don’t even know you. When my two friends get here, you’re not going to get away with it.

It might have been hilarious insofar as she wasn’t tired, but she was falling over from exhaustion and her feet were barely willing to obey her. When she felt a weight bounce off her back, she turned and saw Betty. She glared at her, but was too stoned to notice.Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

– I asked you to wait for me here, damn it.

– And I say I’m coming with you, damn it.

Laugh or cry? She didn’t know what to do, but if this girl persisted in not wanting to obey her, she was going to cry. She took her back to the chair and, without waiting, ventured out into the crowd. She was looking for her friend, and to do so, she couldn’t even see where she was stepping. She bumped into a wall that was far from being made of concrete, and when she looked up, she saw a man whose face she couldn’t see because of his cap, but strangely enough, his heart was racing, as if he’d finally found his other half. She put her hand to her chest, thinking it would help, but it just kept going. She felt as if she were face to face with her mysterious stranger, but quickly dismissed the idea as she was certain it couldn’t be him. When she opened her mouth to apologize, he walked away without paying her any attention.

When Damon arrived outside, he breathed a sigh of relief that the girl might know it was him if he ever opened his mouth. To avoid this kind of risk again, he quickly got into his car and decided to go home.

Olivia still hadn’t found Maggie and was already losing patience. She wanted to call her, but she doubted she could hear her phone ringing over such noises.

– But I thought you’d gone home.

She turned around with relief, it was her and she was finally going home to rest.

– No, I was still here, but how could you leave Betty all alone? She’s drunk Maggie and talking a lot of nonsense. We’ll have to go home now, I’m getting tired.

– I can imagine and you’re going to tell me all about it later.

She hoped she was still there, because if she was gone, she wasn’t sure she’d still have the strength to look for her.