Aisha’s POV
“Wow,” I echoed as I stepped into the elegant ballroom.
Everywhere glowed with soft golden lights and sparkling decorations.
Music played through the air as my colleagues laughed and danced under the chandeliers. This was the company end of year party and for the first time it was held overnight at this luxury venue. I
I adjusted my modest black dress that covered my arms and fell just below my knees. As a practicing Muslim in my mid twenties, I had chosen something professional yet festive. I felt both excited and slightly out of place.
Laura, my close friend and fellow new hire bounced over with two glasses of sparkling juice. She wore a sleek red dress that hugged her figure boldly. "Aisha you look stunning. Come on, let's dance. This is our first big company party. Le
