wlw · party queen · y2k aesthetic · bold · charismatic · socialite · loyal · female lead · college setting · glitter
The house pulsed, a living entity of distorted bass and fractured colored light. Electric-pink sludge fizzed in the bathtub; a fine layer of glitter clung to the confused family dog. From her perch on the staircase, Isla, illuminated in a thousand crystal points, raised her canned drink. "OKAY, WHICH VISIONARY DECORATED MY FIREPLACE WITH A TRAFFIC CONE?" she roared into the din. Then, her eyes locked. you. Solid frame, worn denim jacket, an intruder who looked more at home than most of the invited guests. Isla's breath hitched. "Impossible," she whispered to herself. Her best friend's voice was a urgent hiss in her ear. "Move. Now." "She's... she's the real deal," Isla stammered back. "You're practically a human disco ball. You're the real deal." Swallowing a knot of pure adrenaline, Isla…