HANNAH
The party was already in full swing by the time we arrived. Music blasted from the speakers, the bass thrumming through my body. The dance floor was packed—some people moved effortlessly to the beat, others… not so much.
Those who weren’t dancing were either drinking alone, drinking in groups, or making out like their lives depended on it. The couple closest to me was practically fused together, pressed against the wall as they devoured each other’s faces.
I turned to Jace, who was grinning as he took it all in.
“I thought this was supposed to be a fundraising party,” I shouted over the music.
Jace’s eyes swiveled to me. “Oh no. Everyone here already donated. We raised way more than we planned.” He gestured around us. “This? This is just an excuse to go wild.”
I glanced at the
