Drunk
After reaching the party, Amaia mostly stayed in a corner. Her whole mood was already spoiled because of Rayan, and her friends could already see that.
Even though they tried their best to cheer her up, which worked for a while, She met a few people from her department and interacted with them until everyone began to gather on the dance floor to dance.
She quietly excused herself, saying she wasn't feeling well. She was feeling angry with Adriann and mostly with herself for letting him affect her so much.
"Are you okay, Amaia?" Nathan's voice snapped her out of her trance as she looked at him.
"I'm fine." She mumbled, her head getting slightly heavy because of the little amount of alcohol she had consumed. He didn't look convinced by her answer.
"Your face looks red." Nathan frowned, making Amaia roll her eyes.