After the storm

12. That night p.1

The first time Inaya attended the fundraising ball for Triple C was during her second year in college. Though she knew the members, she wasn’t particularly close to anyone. Her role was to manage the food section, a relatively simple task given it was her first event. Aware of the 1980s theme, she had rented a suitable ball gown and kept it safely in a designated room. The event was an exclusive, invitation-only affair, or one could say, a grand ball.

As the time for the guests' arrival approached, Lucas and William meticulously inspected every corner, ensuring everything was perfect. When they reached Inaya's section, William eyed her critically and asked, "Are you going to wear that to the ball?"

William wasn’t fond of Inaya, considering her faith foolish and impractical. However, she wasn’t significant enough to warrant much of his attention. Yet, as a member of Triple C, adhering to the dress code was essential. Understanding his implication, Inaya shook her head.

"I have a ball gown ready. I didn’t put it on because it might hinder my work. I’ll change once I finish setting up the allergy signs," Inaya responded, trying to sound confident. William didn’t reply, but Lucas gave her a warm smile and said, "Looking forward to seeing you in the ball gown." Inaya returned the smile, feeling a bit more at ease. She liked Lucas; he was outgoing and understanding.

As William and Lucas moved on, Inaya continued with her tasks. From the corner of her eye, she noticed Aria rushing around in a red ball gown, clutching a placard with the timetable of the evening's programs in one hand. Aria looked frazzled, her hair slightly askew, and her expression one of frantic determination. Inaya silently thanked Allah for deciding to wear a different outfit until the ball began. There were forty members of Triple C organizing the event, while the remaining 218 were on the guest list, along with 500 other guests. It was going to be a long night.

After completing her tasks, Inaya double-checked everything to ensure it was in order. She meticulously went over the placement of the allergy signs, the arrangement of the food, and the overall setup of her section. Only when Abraham, the only other Muslim member she knew in the club, assured her everything was fine did she leave. Abraham had always been kind and supportive, and his calm demeanor reassured her.

In the privacy of the designated room, Inaya locked the door and began changing into her ball gown. She had never worn one before, and it was quite a challenge to put it on. The gown was a beautiful vintage piece, with intricate lace detailing and a full skirt that flared out dramatically. It took her a considerable amount of time and effort to get it on properly. After much struggle, she finally managed to don the gown. She paired it with a matching hijab, carefully chosen to complement the dress.

Standing in front of the room’s only mirror, Inaya took a deep breath. Initially, she thought the hijab might look odd with the ball gown, but as she gazed at her reflection, she realized it blended beautifully. The hijab added a touch of elegance and grace to her overall appearance. She adjusted the folds of the fabric, ensuring it draped perfectly.

Satisfied with her appearance, Inaya stepped outside and immediately bumped into Aria.

"Oh, did I hurt you?" Aria asked with concern.

"No, it's oka—" Inaya began, but Aria cut her off.

"Oh my, you look like a goddess!" Aria exclaimed, her eyes wide with admiration. "Your dress is stunning. Where did you find such a perfect vintage gown? Oh, wait, you haven't done your makeup. You look great, but let me help you with a bit of makeup," Aria rambled, pulling Inaya back into the room.

Aria's enthusiasm was contagious. She quickly pulled out a small makeup kit and set to work, her hands moving with practiced ease. As she applied a touch of foundation, some eyeshadow, and a hint of blush, she continued to chatter excitedly. "You know, this ball is going to be amazing. Everyone is so excited. I can’t wait to see how everything turns out. And you, my dear, are going to be the star of the evening."

Inaya smiled, feeling her nerves slowly dissipate under Aria’s kind attention. "Thank you, Aria. I really appreciate this."

Aria stepped back, admiring her handiwork. "There, perfect! You look absolutely stunning."

Inaya glanced at the mirror again, amazed at the transformation. The makeup was subtle yet effective, enhancing her natural beauty without overwhelming her features. She felt a surge of confidence.

As they left the room together, the sounds of music drifted through the hallway. The ball was about to start,given it was already passed the starting time. The atmosphere was electric with excitement. Inaya took a deep breath, ready to face the evening.

Walking towards the stairs, she was greeted by two young man engulfed in discussions in the middle of the staircase. Inaya wanted to hide from William and Abraham as she was suddenly feeling self conscious and shy but she was too late.

"Inaya, You look different tonight", Abraham was the first one to notice her. Following Abraham's vision William also looked at her. Though he didn’t give a compliment like Abraham but a dark blue glint passed his eyes before anybody could notice.

" Thank you, senior", Inaya replied with a smile on her face as she started walking down.

A sea of elegantly dressed guests filled the ball room in less than twenty minutes. The room adorned with glittering decorations that captured the essence of the 1980s. The chandeliers sparkled, casting a warm glow over the dance floor. The party started with a first dance performed by the ballet queen Ella and Lucas. Their moves were swift and pleasing to eyes.

Inaya took a chance and met with other social workers and felt a sense of belonging as she mingled with the other members of Triple C. Inaya talked mostly about their animal rescue mission and hunger campaigns even though all the while she kept receiving numerous compliments on her gown. She even caught William glancing at her with a look that almost resembled approval.

As the night progressed, Inaya found herself emerged the event more than she had anticipated. Though she didn’t dance, she had a good time altogether.

The fundraising ball was a resounding success, everyone was happy with the work. Even William was satisfied with the outcome.

It was a night Inaya thought she would remember fondly for years to come. But unknown to her, the night wasn’t complete yet.