The party was in full swing, with laughter and chatter filling the air, mingling with the upbeat music and faint clinking of glasses. The venue was decorated to the nines—cobwebs, eerie candles, and glowing pumpkins creating the perfect spooky yet chic atmosphere. Siana sipped her champagne nervously, adjusting the brim of her witch hat, while Ashleen—dressed as the sultry Jessica Rabbit—was practically the life of the party, twirling around and posing for selfies.

“You look amazing, Sia,” Ashleen said, flashing her a mischievous grin. “Though I must admit, I’m still holding out hope for a certain someone to get a glimpse of you.”