JASMINE and Salma walked back to the house after a long day of Christmas shopping, the air crisp and filled with the scent of winter. They had decided not to make use of any transportation, the mall wasn't that far and so they had trekked the distance. As they approached the driveway, Jasmine noticed the sleek, beautiful car parked in the lot. It was one she didn't recognize, and it gleamed in the dimming light of the evening.
Salma stopped in her tracks, her eyes wide with surprise.
"Jasmine, do you see that car? It js gorgeous. Whose is it?" she asked, her voice tinged with curiosity.
Jasmine, however, barely spared it a glance. She was lost in her own thoughts.
"It is probably one of the guests," she said, brushing it off. "I have had a long day; I need to check on Karissa."
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