His to protect, theirs to sacrifice
The whole space was decorated in white and brown, fairy lights strung between outdoor structures, tables with drinks lined along one side, and more beautifully dressed women than I had seen in one place since the festival.
I spotted Bella immediately. Black dress, drink in hand, holding court with a small group of girls near the center of it all.
"Priya, hi, it has been a while," a woman said, appearing beside us with a wine glass tilted loosely in her fingers and a bright open smile.
"Cassie, nice to see you," Riya said, returning the smile.
"And who is this," Cassie said, turning to me with open curiosity.
"This is Zara, my best friend," Riya said.