Julia's POV
The nightclub throbbed with bass-heavy music when Kendra and I pushed through the entrance. Neon lights sliced through the darkness in rhythmic pulses, casting everyone in shades of electric blue and hot pink. Bodies pressed together on every surface, some swaying to the beat, others locked in passionate embraces that bordered on indecent. The air was thick with perfume, sweat, and the sharp bite of alcohol.
The second we stepped inside, conversations stopped mid-sentence. Men turned from their conversations, drinks forgotten in their hands, eyes tracking our movement across the room. I felt exposed under their hungry stares, suddenly hyperaware of every inch of skin the dress revealed.
