Angel sat in a secluded corner, a glass of scotch in one hand and a cigarette in the other, feeling an overwhelming sense of boredom at the party. The atmosphere seemed devoid of excitement, with bald and uninspiring individuals engaged in mundane conversations about business, and women absorbed in discussions about jewellery. With a disinterested expression, she took a sip of her drink, finding solace in her own thoughts. Whenever someone glanced her way, she mustered a polite smile before returning to her drink, silently longing for the thrill of a mafia party that would ignite her spirit.
As Riya passed by, Angel abruptly grabbed hold of Riya's dress, causing her to be taken aback and feel a surge of embarrassment.
"Angel, what are you doing? Let go of my dress," Riya exclaimed, freei
