"you look amazing ms.abrahm," yasmiin complimented with poise from her seated position by the open bar. she wasnât drinking, but had somehow gotten separated from sloane and had yet to run into anyone else that she knew. seeing naomi, she slid off of the barstool and smoothed her gown down, her curls cascading down around her arms and torso. âwhere is chris? i ezâpected to see the two of you together here,â a faint smile came onto her lips. it was hard for yasmiin to open up to people on a personal level, and despite naomiâs efforts she knew that they both felt resistance on her part. but talking about men was one social activity that yasmiin could do with anybody and she often used naomiâs relationship as a conversation starter, since her own relationships were ... well, by choice, non-existent. @heynaomi



















