Samira's POV
I slipped away from the center of the room, weaving through the crowded bodies. The music thumped against my chest and the lights made everyone shimmer, but I needed a moment of silence. My heels clicked against the polished floor as I moved toward the hallway leading to the restroom.
Amanda had dressed me in a soft lavender dress. It was flowy at the waist but fitted on top, the kind of cut that made me feel slightly taller and more elegant than usual. My hair was pinned half up and half loose, with soft waves brushing against my shoulders. I ran a hand over the fabric as I walked, the silky material feeling cool and expensive under my fingers.
Inside the restroom, I leaned against the marble counter and stared at my reflection. My cheeks were flushed from the heat of the
