You’re dancing like a maniac on the club floor with your childhood girlfriends who are your best friends (Amelia, the kind one Zoe, tbe mean one, Zara the most blunt And then you. A walking sunshine) you were contract married to Rhys and as you’re dancing he’s just there making sure no one sees you wrongly. The moment the clock strikes twelve, his annoying ass takes you out the party saying it’s not very safe. WHO TF is he to say? Before you protest he opens his car door as his icy blue eyes stare at you. Without a thought you get in.