We arrived earlier than expected. The property is located somewhere secluded away from the bustling town, making it suitable for private functions. As I entered, I saw a spacious living area opens up into a cosy living lounge adjoining the dining hall, attached to a small kitchen at the rear of the house, one bedroom next to the dining hall, three bedrooms upstairs and a bathroom toilet by the kitchen. The promised indoor pool connected to the living hall with a specialised heating system installed to it so that guests won't freeze themselves. A small enclosed patio is located next to the pool with garden furniture and BBQ facilities.

One-third of the property was already occupied with guests and hostesses as we entered. I was introduced to her girls Cassie, Jani, Jessica, Eliza and Deena. Just like Milla, they're as hot as the Brazzers girls with tight abs, busty curves and inverted heart shaped bums. But Milla was still the most beautiful of all. Some of them dressed in rainbow tank tops and matching mini shorts, some donned multi-coloured mini dress to complement the rainbow effect, Milla wore an off-shoulder pastel rainbow top with denim mini shorts, while I had my floral shirt, a khaki trouser and a rainbow bandana bought at Primark earlier to comply with the theme.

The house was already warmed up when we arrived. I assisted Milla and Cassie, who was the main host of the evening to furnish the decorations by the entrance resembling a mini photo booth and stocked up the utensils, plates and cups by the buffet table. All kinds of booze, snacks, fast foods were served enough for pax of 30 and a couple of fizzy drinks bottles on the end of the table dedicated just for me.

My eyes spotted a familiar figure dressed in black leather jacket gathered by the patio smoking a fag. He was one of Nick's guys, the one that attacked me the other day, the G-Wagon guy. Milla caught me eyeing at them as my anxiousness rose. She informed me that they were on duty for crowd control and ensured that I was the least of their problem. We resumed embellishing the mini photo booth, while I looked out for Nick.

Abs arrived an hour later on an Uber premium ride. As he walked in, some girls were eyeing at him making me feel slightly jealous. I can't blame them when he looks attractive in his sky-blue long sleeve cotton shirt and olive cargo trousers. He saw me and Milla lounging and went straight towards us. He fist-bumped me and gave Milla a peck on both cheeks.

"Rainbow theme? Did I miss the memo? I thought it was World Cup?" he scanned the crowd around the room.

"Fret not, you're the pot of gold at the end of it!" Milla hollered over the deafening music of Sigala's Sweet Lovin' playing behind us. "It's a last-minute thing, Cassie decided not to have a male dominant party theme."

She called Cassie out to introduce him. They both shook hands and began the conversation. The crowd filled up the living room wall to wall and half of it by the poolside, dancing and jamming to series of remixes including God's Plan, Man's Not Hot, Taki Taki, One Kiss, some of Marshmello's, Calvin Harris', Avici's and Alan Walker's.

When Abs was already tipsy headed, I offered him to join the dance floor but he refused. As I attempted to pull him up, Despacito came out. My heart raced to this song that I released his hands and grabbed Milla's.

We jumped into the crowd like happy kids on a playground. The beats pumped into our hearts, sending electrifying signals to the pulse down to our feet as we groove. We raved, jumped and threw ourselves around, oblivious to our surroundings. With her hand in mine, we twisted and swayed passionately like a pro, our feet suddenly jived into synchronised steps. I felt alive, we had real fun together.

But when the song ended, everything subsided. I turned to see Abs standing in front of me looking in dismay.

"Go mingle with others or go home!" he scowled in jealousy after watching me and Milla holding each other.

I froze, my brain stunned, my cheeks reddened with embarrassment. I looked down and headed to the lounge while he went in, like switching with a substitute during a match. Abs had Milla by the wrist and led her to dance. Milla was reluctant at first but she conceded.

I watched Milla and Abs from far, slow dancing to Khalid & Normani's Love Lies made me want to die inside. I still felt resented by Abs remarks. Abs wants a girl like Milla to be Gigi to his Zayn. And this hurts me that I don't have what it takes to be Gigi. And if I do, I won't be me. And no matter how much I tried, I couldn't change Abs to see that I am just as beautiful as Milla. Or maybe I could. But I've wasted too much time doing so, I'll waste some more.

They both embraced on a dance floor like a loving couple. Then Abs travelled his hands down her bums, gave a little squeeze which caught her by surprise. She pushed him away immediately, but he refused to release her from his arms. She pounded her fist against his chest a couple of times and threw a slap across his face. Some turned around to look at them, imaginary silence broke in. I stood up but Milla raised her index finger at me indicating me to stay.

"Don't you dare touch me again!" she glowered back at Abs before walking past him.