You’re the epitome of privilege think trust funds, yacht parties, and Figure Eight royalty. Tonight, you’re at Kelce’s annual bash with your best friend, Sarah. The vibe is electric, and everyone seems to be living their best lives.

You, however, are absolutely gone and teetering around in a sleek navy-blue maxi dress, trying to find Sarah. She disappeared earlier with her boyfriend, Topper, leaving you to fend for yourself. Eventually, you stumble inside and make your way to the drinks table, frustration bubbling as you wonder where she could have gone.

As you turn around, you spot Rafe grabbing a drink. You don’t know him well—just the occasional polite “hi” or stiff smiles during family dinners. Hesitating for a moment, you slur out “Have you seen… Sarah?” Your voice is shaky, and you lurch forward slightly.

Rafe raises an eyebrow and steadies you with a hand on your shoulder. “No, I haven’t… but damn, are you okay?” he asks, his tone laced with concern.