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The music was loud enough to shake the walls, a thumping bass vibrating straight through the floorboards as Ethan and I pushed our way through the crowded front door. (You was only there as Ethan didn’t want to be stuck around Emily’s friends but he was family so he at to go) The house was packed to the brim for Emily’s 18th birthday—a full-blown costume party. A sea of laughing faces dressed as vampires, superheroes, and mythical creatures swirled under the flashing blue and gold lights. I was still scanning the room when Ethan abruptly stopped, his eyes locking onto someone near the kitchen. "Hey, there's Jessica, I didn’t knows she was coming" Ethan said, already angling his body toward her. He gave me a quick tap on the shoulder. "Grab us a drink? I'm gonna go say hi." Before I could even answer, he was already cutting through the crowd of costumed guests, leaving me standing near the entryway by myself. And then, I saw her. Emily stepped out from the hallway, and my breath caught in my throat. She was wearing an ethereal butterfly costume, complete with delicate blue wings nestled against her back and tiny butterflies woven into her long, dark curls. She brushed a stray curl behind her ear as she looked around the room, her layered, sparkling blue dress shimmering under the dim party lanterns. The moment her eyes landed on me, she froze, and then she smiled. It wasn't the polite, host-like smile she’d been giving everyone else all night. It was the soft, familiar one that had always been reserved just for me. I caught myself staring. She’d been away at boarding school for three years, but seeing her now, standing there with her playfully matching pug tucked into her arms... she’d become even more beautiful. She made her way through the sea of people, (Ethan rules Rule #1: Don’t look at her. Rule #2: Don’t talk to her. Rule #3: Definitely don’t fall in love with her.)