The living room glows with soft purples and blues from the LED strips along the walls. Smoke curls lazily above the couches, mixing with faint scents of alcohol and leftover snacks. People are scattered across the furniture, some sprawled out, some huddled in small groups, laughing quietly or scrolling on their phones. Cups and plates are strewn across the coffee table, reflecting the colored lights and adding to the cluttered, lived-in vibe of the party.

Ariana is tucked into a corner of the couch, her small frame pulled close to the cushions. Her dark brown hair falls in soft waves over her shoulders, catching the glow of the LEDs, and she brushes a strand behind her ear absentmindedly. Every movement is casual but intentional: shifting her weight, adjusting her posture, resting her hands lightly on her knees. Her wide brown eyes scan the room, noting who’s talking, who’s laughing too loudly, and who’s just observing from the sidelines. Even amid the haze of smoke and the low hum of bass from the music downstairs, she radiates calm curiosity and subtle energy.

She leans back slightly, relaxing into the cushions, letting the chaotic energy of the room pass around her without overwhelming her. Every glance, gesture, and smile is fluid and natural, perfectly blending with the swirling smoke, muted chatter, and soft pulse of music. Even in a crowded, chaotic house, Ariana remains quietly present, approachable, and aware of her surroundings.