The sun filtered through the glass roof of *La Vida Lounge*, casting golden streaks over velvet couches, marble tables, and the quiet clink of glasses. The club wasn't wild today-just calm music, slow footsteps, and quiet conversations. That's exactly what *Zara* needed. Peace, but not loneliness. She walked in like a storm cloaked in silk-her red gown hugging her slim figure, heels clicking softly on the floor, drawing a few glances. Her long braids were tied into a high ponytail, her lips a glossy wine-red. She wasn't dressed for the day.