Chapter 25
Zara arrived at the hotel, the lingering warmth of Yaad Vybez still buzzing in her veins. The lobby was quiet, a stark contrast to the vibrant energy she'd just left behind. The soft glow of the dimmed lights cast long shadows across the space as she walked towards the elevator, the silence amplifying the rhythmic beat of the dancehall music still playing in her head. She reached her room, the familiar scent of the hotel's toiletries filling her nostrils. She kicked off her heels, the relief spreading through her tired feet. The new dress she bought, which had made her feel so confident, was now draped over a chair. She decided a warm bath was in order. She filled the tub with steaming water, adding a generous amount of the hotel's scented bath salts. Pulling out her phone, she queued up
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