Chapter Thirteen

Sarita became nervous as Michael drove up the driveway to Vikrant's house. It was a gorgeous estate and she couldn't begin to say where it started or ended. Expensive cars lined up in front of them in a queue as their owners alighted from them, threw the keys to the valets and made their way up the stairs and into the house through the open doors.

It was Michael's turn finally so he alighted, threw his keys to the valet and went to help Kaly out of the car while another opened the back door for Sarita. Samishka had decided to leave on her own because she wanted to pick up two of her friends but Sarita didn't know if she'd arrived.

Sarita felt like a fraud dressed in her designer outfit and gorgeous boots. Kaly had done makeup for her even though she'd originally declined but after she saw herself in the mirror, she appreciated how she turned out.

Her lips were painted blood red and instead of the purple off shoulder top, she'd donned a red one to match her lipstick.

"Don't fuss." Kal