The VIP floor of Zenith was everything it promised to be.
Music reverberated from walls to create a buzz that wasn't loud enough to drown out voices but was enough to make you feel alive.
Table reserved for Khushi's birthday celebration was scattered with glasses and half-filled liquor bottles; signs of a night partying non-stop for the past two hours or so.
Lucy sat between Riya and Khushi, her back straight in that unconsciously proper way of hers that somehow looked elegant rather than stiff.
She had been watching everything with those wide, quietly observant eyes of hers, absorbing the music, the lights, the laughter, the way these women talked over each other with no proper honorifics and no shame whatsoever.
She had not said much.
She was in a foreign land now she had to get accustomed to this culture first, understand its rules before she could participate in them. That was simply how things should be.
