Lydia's POV
Taking the pictures, removing all evidence that I was snooping through his phone, I lean back on the couch. That's enough drama for today. I have to get home and rest. My phone goes back into the purse which I am carrying - a cute black purse with golden chain straps - and decides to get down the stairs. Walking through the huddled bodies of intoxicated peoples, I finally make it out of the mansion.
"Hello miss, the party isn't quite over yet. Are you sure you want to leave?" The security at the main door asks as I panic. I have to make up a lie, otherwise I'd be deemed suspicious!
"Um...yes! I want to leave as quickly as possible. I'm having a bad stomach." Motioning to my tummy, I clench my thighs close and give them an awkward smile. The guards look at each other. I felt like I was being judged by two buff men in black.