Diana
We met Sunday evening in full dress: Sabina in a figure-hugging red dress, glowing like a live coal, while I had chosen my favourite green one — a perfect match for the colour of my eyes.
Around eight, we arrived at a restaurant that had been closed to the public for a private event. Our invitations opened the way into a luxurious ballroom, where the great and powerful mingled beneath crystal chandeliers. The men sported expensive suits, while their ladies glittered so brilliantly that any jewellery boutique window would have been green with envy. The air was thick with a heady mixture of expensive perfume, champagne, and the low murmur of business conversations.
A handsome young man approached us, smiling like the Cheshire Cat.
“Sabina, it’s lovely to see you,” he said, lightly
