୧ 𝓛 Ａ ＭＩＮＥ’Ｓ ＰＡＲＴＹ

THE INVITE CAME in the middle of an ordinary Thursday—a sleek black card with gold lettering and one simple line: “Lamine Yamal requests your presence.”

You almost laughed. Lamine, the rising star, throwing his legendary 18th birthday party, and somehow, you were on the list. Rumors swirled about who really made the cut. You didn’t question it. You accepted.

When the night came, the drive up to the Olivella estate felt unreal—winding roads, palm trees silhouetted against the moon, until the gates swung open to a world that wasn’t yours but somehow felt like it could be.

Inside, the party exploded—beats from Bizarrap mingling with the laughter of the city’s boldest names. Champagne towers glittered under neon lights, poker tables, gangster themed, football players, and every corner whispered secrets.

No phones. No cameras. Just pure, unfiltered chaos.

You stepped out of the car, letting the music wash over you. Tonight wasn’t about the past or the future. Tonight was this moment—and somehow, you already knew it was going to change everything.

@𝓜𝐑𝐒𝐑𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒𝐒

(btw, this one is more focused on the party than in Lamine himself. Enjoy 🩶)