"This one is for you." Emma said, giving an invitation card to Zubaida.

Emma was the most beautiful girl in Zubaida's college and the richest. She was turning twenty and her father was throwing a party, the coming weekend, at their mansion to celebrate the occasion.

Zubaida could not believe that she was also invited.
This was the first time any of her class fellows had called her to their house.

"I have a suggestion though, wear something appropriate for a dance party." Emma said before she turned to leave, swaying her hips like a super model on a runway.

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"Hey, wanna be my girl friend?" Lucy teased Zubaida.
"You would have been charged with multiple murders tonight, if looks could kill." Patricia complimented Zubaida.

They were getting ready for Emma's party. Zubaida wore one of Patricia's dresses, a lilac colored cocktail dress and paired it with her black heels.
For jewelry she had Lucy's diamond studs. Her hair were tied back in a ponytail. She had just a hint of makeup, on her friends' demand.

"Stop it guys," Zubaida said agitated,"I feel really uncomfortable in this dress. It's a little too short for my liking and sleeveless as well!"
"Aww c'mon, you are looking as hot as a chilli pepper. Stop grumbling." Megan scolded Zubaida.
"But it's too revealing! At least let me wear leggings." Zubaida protested.
"God has blessed you with a beautiful body, why hide it under all the layers," Kristen said from the hallway,"now hurry up girls, we are already late. I am waiting in the car."

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"Wanna dance babe?" Pete asked Zubaida, appearing out of nowhere at her side.
"No way!" Zubaida said distastefully, taking a step back and slamming into the hard chest of a handsome stranger.
The impact spilled some of his drink on his front.
"I am so sorry." Zubaida said sheepishly, picking a napkin from a nearby table and handing it to him.
"Just sorry won't do." The handsome man said, looking Zubaida straight into the eyes.
"You want me to wash your shirt for you?" Zubaida asked uncertainly.
"No." He said laughing heartily,"May I have the honor of the first dance with you?"
"I don't know how to," Zubaida truthfully replied,"I have never danced before."
"Well, there is a first time for everything." He said with a smile, offering his hand to Zubaida.

"My name's Zanobi." The man said, securing his left arm around Zubaida's waist," You can tell me yours if you want to."
"I am Zubaida." She could only say as much before the music began playing.

They moved back and forth to the slow rhythm, their bodies barely touching.
"You are beautiful Zubaida, just like your name." Zanobi said, twirling her around.
Zubaida felt herself blush, before she could respond Emma interrupted.
"May I have my man back?" She asked, her lips were smiling but her grey eyes were cold as steel.