Chapter 37

AMBER

Morning, 8 AM.

“Fuck!” I cussed as I jolted awake, the remnants of my dream clinging to my senses. The sheets were twisted around me, and beads of sweat adorned my forehead. I cursed softly under my breath, my heart still racing from the vividness of the dream. "Damn it! It felt so real," I muttered, my breath uneven as I tried to calm myself.

In that dream, I had attended the party, guided by Sebastian's unwavering support. We had explore the night together, exposing Harper's secrets and unraveling her carefully constructed facade. It had been a thrilling fantasy, one that had felt almost tangible. But now, as the remnants of the dream faded, I was brought back to reality.

I sat up, rubbing my temples as if trying to dispel the remnants of the dream. "Amber, you need to stop overthinking this party. It hasn't even happened yet," I scolded myself, my voice a soft reprimand.

I swung my legs over the side of the bed while taking a deep breath. I made my way to the bathroom. The co