DOMINIC
I stood by the corner, obscured by shadow, watching everything that was happening in the living room.
It was an end-of-summer garden party hosted by Mila. Well, Jason and I helped organize it. It was meant to be a garden event, but somehow everyone ended up coming inside.
And no, it wasn't only children in attendance. Adults were there too. So it was basically a party for everyone.
I took a drag of the cigar between my fingers, allowing the taste to linger in my mouth before puffing it out. I watched as the smoke swirled above me like a cloud, then evaporated within seconds.
Some girls squealed, stealing glances as they passed by me.
"Dominic Fletcher is so hot, ugh. And he's forty-seven!"
"I wish I could have someone like him one day. A billionaire, a husband, and a good father… manifesting…"
"Eww, that's my dad you're talking about." Jason exclaimed.
"Who cares, dumbo?"
