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May 2nd 2023

ZAHRA NICHOLS

The grand ballroom was alive with a buzz of energy as I stepped through its arched doors. Soft golden light cascaded from crystal chandeliers, casting shimmering patterns on the high ceilings and the marbled floor below. The elegant tables were adorned with fresh flowers, their colors popping against the pristine white tablecloths. The air was a symphony of soft music, light jazz was playing to set the scene,

I drifted through the sea of attendees, exchanging pleasantries and admiring the stunning array of dresses, suits, and glittering accessories. The photo area was a flurry of flashes, and I paused to pose, the cameras capturing moments that would soon be on social media feeds and glossy magazines. As the evening wore on, speeches filled the air, each one a testament to the  impact of the charity's work. The applause was heartfelt, and the successful auctions added a sense of accomplishment to the atmosphere.

With the formalities done, the attendees transitioned to the dining area. I found my assigned seat at a table set beautifully, each place setting a work of art. I was surrounded by new faces, and we engaged in polite conversation as we enjoyed the gourmet meal.

As dinner wound down, the atmosphere shifted to a more relaxed, intimate vibe. The guests moved to a cozy lounge area, where the clinking of cocktail glasses and the hum of conversation filled the air. I walked towards a small group near the bar, where discussions switched from current events to lighter topics like fashion and travel.

I was in the middle of a quite amusing and funny discussion about a recent fashion show when I felt someone behind me. Turning, I found myself face-to-face with Charles. The sight of him sent a jolt through me. His sharp eyes met mine with an intensity that was hard to ignore. By his side stood Francesca, her arm linked through his, her face lighting up with a genuine smile when she saw me.

"Zahra!" Francesca exclaimed, her voice filled with warmth as she leaned in to hug me. "It's so good to see you!"

"Francesca, you look stunning as always," I replied, returning her hug with equal affection. Despite the complicated history with Charles, Francesca and I had always shared a mutual admiration and respect.

Charles, on the other hand, stood there with a carefully neutral expression. "Zahra," he greeted me, as he forced a smile.

"Charles," I responded, matching his tone and forced a smile of my own.

Francesca quickly filled the silence with her usual charm. "So, Zahra, have you been on any exciting adventures lately? I saw your Instagram, it seems like you travel a lot."

"I've been exploring a bit, but this is Miami, so I've only been to city areas. But when I get off time I'll go on on a weekend trip to the countryside. It's a nice break from the hustle and bustle." I said, smiling and matching her enthusiasm. 

Francesca's eyes lit up with interest. "Oh, that sounds lovely! Charles and I have been talking about taking a little getaway ourselves. Right, Charles?"

"Yeah, we have," Charles replied, his eyes briefly meeting mine before looking away. "We were thinking of visiting some of the coastal towns. Francesca's been dying to try out a new beach spot she heard about."

"That sounds wonderful," I said, trying to keep the conversation light. "I always find that a change of scenery can always relax you more."

Francesca beamed, clearly pleased with the idea. "Absolutely! Maybe we'll even find a hidden gem or two,"