Julien and his friends gathered in one of the most expensive hotels in Malindoria. Under the moonlit sky, the building was transformed into a luxury scene as Julien celebrated his 23rd birthday. The opulent extravagance of the hotel knew no bounds. It was illuminated by crystal chandeliers glinting like diamonds in the night sky. The gypsum walls were adorned with cascading green satin and velvet drapes, marching the green sheets covering the round mahogany tables.
Furthermore, since Julien was freaking rich, the hotel was transformed into a fortress. Discreet security personnel in sharp, stoic black suits were strategically positioned throughout the grounds. Armed with various weapons, they ensured that no harm befell anyone within the hotel's walls, which made the party one of the most protected areas in Malindoria. The guests, dressed in sharp valet suits and expensive dinner wear, greeted the birthday boy respectfully as they mingled on the elegant porch overlooking the moonlit Indian Ocean. However, Julien lost all the attention when the Imara siblings, walked in.
Florence Emilia Imara made a grand entrance into the luxurious hotel, captivating every gaze in the room. She was in a long, flowing red dress that cascaded elegantly to the floor, accentuating her curves with every step. The dress, a masterpiece of grandeur, whispered sophistication and allure as it swayed with her movements. Her feet were adorned with matching stilettos that added a touch of grace to her stride. With a medium tan complexion framed by long, flowing silky jet-black hair, she exuded a natural radiance that drew the eyes of all present. As she moved through the room, the men, especially Julien, couldn't help but steal glances at the person who was arguably the most beautiful girl in Malindoria.
Floyd Lukas Imara, the heir to the Imara family fortune, was a sight to behold like his little sister. His olive skin tone was complemented by his fringed-up jet-black hair and well-trimmed beard. He wore a tailored Italian suit with polished Louis Vuitton shoes that exuded an air of sophistication and class. As he moved through the room, the scent of his French cologne wafted through the air, leaving a trail of admiration in his wake. The girls in the room couldn't help but swoon at the mere sight of him as their hearts fluttered at the thought of being in his presence. His social media accounts were filled with adoring fans, all hoping to catch a glimpse of his well-chiseled body and charming smile. However, none of them stood a chance because he was in a committed relationship with some Spanish chic called Carmen Savannah.
"Remind me again what I am doing here," Florence rhetorically asked.
"Flo, it is our friend's birthday. We are here to show him our love." Floyd replied.
"So, I left the comfort of The White Castle just to watch that demented swine celebrate his birthday," said Florence in a cold tone.
" Jeez siz, I forgot that human decency is a foreign term to you," said Floyd to which Florence scoffed in disgust.
"There are my favourite billionaires!!!" Julien shouted from a distance as he walked towards Florence and Floyd.
Floyd replied to the greetings with a firm handshake and an affectionate hug but Florence remained cold and stoic. However, Julien was intrigued by the feminine curves underneath Flo's long, flowing red dress and as he got closer to her, he felt an overwhelming love and admiration welling up within him. Therefore, once again, he tried to smoothly woo her.
"Forgive my staring Imara, but I'm utterly captivated by your elegance," Julien said, trying to strike up a conversation.
"Only a third-grader will be smitten by that lousy AI-generated pickup line," Florence dismissed his compliment with a sarcastic remark.
Julien was taken aback by her response but couldn't shake off his feelings for her. Therefore, he continued his feeble attempts to impress the girl.
"All I am saying, Flo, is that you look breathtakingly dashing this evening," Julien tried again, hoping to break through her icy exterior.
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