The moment they stepped into Club Nova, the music hit like a wave—heavy bass vibrating through the floor, colored lights strobing across the crowd.
Harper saw girls in revealing clothes that barely hid anything. People were too busy hooking up to care. Girls danced, whining and turning with their friends. The scent of alcohol and sex filled her nostrils.
Her father was right after all.
This place wasn't where she belonged.
This was a place where people could come and be who they were—indecently—without people sitting around judging them.
Where they felt free and had fun.
Where perfection didn't belong.
Freedom.
Only freedom was here.
Harper instinctively moved closer to Logan, her fingers brushing his arm. The place was packed—shoulders brushing, laughter rising above the music, people lost in the chaos of the night.
Logan leaned in, close to her ear.
"You okay?"
Harper nodded, though her eyes scanned the crowd warily.
He noticed.
