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Though the pair had never been properly introduced, Mia knew who the brunette was that stood before her. Ambrya Mardin, a social media queen that rivaled the woman of the hour tonight. Mia followed Ambrya on social media after one of her friends had shown her Ambryaâs body of work. Beauty and brains that was only a small part of the brand that the woman created for herself. Mia admired that.Â
âNo corners what so ever?â That had her brow raising. âI understand not wanting to sneak off into corners but dim light corners can serve their purpose when one wants to be alone with someone.â A smirk on her lips as she made sure to let her gaze linger on Ambryaâs features before it shifted from the woman to the crowd that filled the space those two men had left.Â
Mia had chosen correctly for Ambrya. The role of JLo would not have fit anyone else. âIf you wont sneak off to any cornersâŠâ A glint in her eyes as her gaze once more landed on the other woman. âWhy not join me in the spotlight?â If JLo was here to dance then surely she would not pass up the chance to do the very thing she came here for. The dance floor was littered with bodies, some now covered in the black light paint and glitter she had her people put out as the party went later into the night.Â
âWhat do you say, JLo?â Her hand extended out between them. âCare to join Ginger Spice on the dance floor?â
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Ambrya took a closer look at the woman dressed as Ginger Spice and realized she knew who she was. Well, not knew her, but knew of her. She was a member of the Costello family, one of the higher up families of Chicago or so sheâd been told. She hadnât managed to meet any of them yet, though sheâd seen them in tabloids and gossip rags. They seemed to be a very interesting family, one that would certainly gain a following if they became the next reality tv stars to put their family life on display. But from what sheâd heard of them they preferred to keep things on the DL which only made them even more fascinating to the general public.
âWell when you put it that way.â Ambrya responded, offering a toothy grin as she placed her hand in Miaâs. A slight blush crept onto her features as she began to walk towards the dance floor, noting the fact that Mia had legs for days in that outfit.Â
Once Ambrya found a place that seemed fitting for the two them to move around in, Ambrya began moving her body to the music, holding on to the hand of her partner to give her a little twirl playfully. âI have to say, you could almost make the real Ginger Spice look bad and give her a run for her money.â Ambrya commented over the music, offering a friendly smile while still bobbing along to whatever song that played.















