On the second floor of the house.
Amiya O'Neal, a twenty-two-year-old American-Thai mix-raced woman, was walking back and forth in her bedroom. She was tall and beautiful, wearing a T-shirt, tight jeans, and a black leather jacket, instead of the beautiful light blue evening dress hanging in front of the closet.
The face with high cheekbones looked elegant. Her big brown eyes were surrounded by thick and long eyelashes. The prominent nose with a bow-shaped mouth that was coated with just lip gloss. Long, wavy brown hair tied up and hid in a cap. The gesture of her movement did not indicate that she would go down to join the party.
The fact was her father forcibly asked her to come home after graduation. He said that he wanted to celebrate her success, which Amiya did not see it necessary.
