Zara's POV
The day of the party finally arrived, and instead of worrying, I was ready to embrace the excitement. I had been a little apprehensive throughout the week, wondering if I would fit in among such influential people. When I called Amu for moral support, her reaction was more alarming than reassuring.
"Oh my god!! This is a huge deal! I heard about the party on the news—crazy rich people are going to be there! And you, an ordinary doctor, are invited?!" she exclaimed.
"Amy! That's a bit harsh. I'm not just any doctor; I'm exceptional at my job. Sure, I might not be a global name like those people, but many in this city know about my skills!" I replied, standing my ground.
"I apologize if I came off that way! I just mean that you'll need a full makeover to truly shine. This could be an incredible opportunity for your growth. Who knows, with the right connections, you might even consider starting your practice!" she said, trying to encourage me.
