C54 Drowning

Nadia’s POV

I was seated on a chair

in the dressing room, going through a fashion magazine with my legs overlapping

each other. Pari came along, beaming all smiles with a glass of milk. I sat

right on the chair, closing the magazine.

“Hey, Nadia,” she said,

moving closer.

“Hi, Pari. What’s up with

you?” I asked. She moved closer.

“Nothing much