The dim thrum of bass greeted Ivy as she stepped into Club 02, the music faintly vibrating through her heels.
The venue was dark but atmospheric, with shifting lights painting streaks of neon across the sleek, modern furniture. She adjusted the strap of her purse and scanned the room, searching for any familiar face.
But there were no familiar faces. Her brow furrowed, and she checked her phone for the third time since stepping out of her car. But there was nothing—no message, no missed call.
So why was no one here yet? She was right on time. Selena had said seven, so why was no one, including the celebrant, here yet? Why was she running late?
A sigh escaped her lips as she placed her phone back in her purse. She'd considered not coming and simply telling Selena she'd forgotten or something urgent had come up.
