Dea stood nervously waiting for her date. She knew that Dubai was a mans world and having a young man from the area would help her look good. Cerberus was waiting with her also looking impatient.
Dea was covered in glitter and gems as was the popular style at the time. She looked sexy and elegant as she should in the blood red dress and beautiful makeup.
The party was crucial for her connections in Dubai. She needed to show her wealth, grace, and internal strength to the men of both the underworld of India and the more legally inclined. Everything from the food to the music to her behavior had to be perfect.
"Where is he?" She muttered in Arabic. Needing the practice for tonight.
