Finding Life

Chapter Three: You've Got to Be Kidding Me

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I hated it. I hated it when my parents hosted these parties. Spreading the overused fake smile on my face, I approached the crowd. Nyah on my right and Azlyn on my left. I smoothed my skirt out a bit and felt Az messing with her hair. She recently got it cut so it was a more shoulder cut. Nyah embraced her long tresses and let them loose. 

"Why if it isn't, Miss Shanaya..." I grimace at the ground before turning to face the one and only Collin.

"Collin." I manage to get out.

"So a little birdy told me that you broke up with James. A pity, really. He is not worth your tears, love." I smile a genuine smile at my old friend. Yes, we're friends but we tend to tease each other a lot. Completely normal.

"Yeah, it hurts, but he is not worth it." I agree with Azlyn softly smiling at Collin and Nyah stifling a yawn next to me.

"Shay, I wanna introduce you to someone, this is Adele. My girlfriend." He pulls on a beautiful red head's arm and brings her next to him.

I beam at this and extend an hand, "Hello, Adele! It's a pleasure meeting my friend's girlfriend."

"Hello," She shyly smiles and shakes my hand, "Collin's told me lots about your adventures with him."

"I'm sure he has, " I raise an eyebrow at him and continue, "Would you like to accompany my friends and I to get some drinks? I'm quite parched."

"Of cour-" She gets interrupted by my father who comes by my side and whispers, "We need you and the girls in the grey room immediately."

I smile apologetically before excusing us and allow myself to be dragged by my father. Nyah and Azlyn rushing after us as fast as the five inch heels would allow them to. I could hear Nyah grumbling about the many blisters she would later acquire. Azlyn just smirks at her as she passes her through the door, flawlessly.

"What's wrong, dad?" I ask as he shuts the door and turns to us.

"You can't go to Italy. The ambassador and I were in a argument and it isn't safe." He explains curtly, his blue-grey eyes not catching mine.

I just sigh and lean back against the wall, "Another birthday ruined."

"No, wait. You can go somewhere else." He suggests and we all turn to him, "Yes?"

"Dubai." The girls grin and nod their head. Another place I was familiar with. My grandfather used to take us all the time as a one stop on the way to Bangladesh. Our ethnic home. Well mine, at least. Nyah's family heirs from Spain, as Azlyn's blood seems to be a mix of German and Scottish. 

"Okay, I guess." I sigh and we get dismissed.

"Your flight is tomorrow."

"Wait, what?" We all stop dead in our tracks. That is so soon. Nyah's birthday just passed and mine was in two weeks, roughly. 

"Well, you have to do some business there for me. I'll send you the reports tonight." Of course, there's always a catch.

"You will have two people to escort you around considering you don't know Arabic." We nod and go to get prepared. At least we have an excuse to not socialize with these fake people.