"Everything is ready; the driver is waiting for you. Don't waste any time," she said, her face stern and displeased. Immediately, I saw that her mother's attention was piqued. She pulled her close and asked, "What's wrong, baby? We were talking just fine, and now you've changed?"

Pouting, she replied, "Mama, I told you I wanted to drive myself today, but you went and told the driver. I really wanted to drive." Smiling, her mother said, "Now, with everything you have, you're going to let this spoil your mood? Here," she said, handing her the car keys. She took them and hugged her mother, who kissed her on the cheek and said, "I love you, my dear. I'll see you when I get back," as she ran out.

In the courtyard, she saw Ammey calling her, but she didn't even give her a second glance. Before she started the car, she honked loudly. Baba the gatekeeper, hearing this, hurriedly opened the gate for her, knowing her orders were different from everyone else's in the house.

Ammey stood there, shaking her head and praying for her safe journey as she drove off.

Maryam was speeding because she thought she was late and her friends were waiting for her. She had loud music blaring, making it impossible for her to hear anything else. This habit of hers led many to say that Maryam was very disrespectful and lacked proper upbringing from her mother. They believed her mother had taught her that money was everything in life, so she did whatever she wanted, knowing her father's wealth would solve any problem.

In no time, she reached the place and found a spot to park. She first adjusted her makeup in the car's mirror to match her outfit before slowly stepping out, her beautiful white feet touching the ground. Her heart raced as she heard the music from inside the venue. Maryam was an expert dancer, loving to dance at every event, even if she didn't know the occasion.

From the moment she parked the car, someone had been watching her. He watched her every move until she stepped out gracefully, capturing the attention of both men and women with her elegant walk. His heart pounded heavily upon seeing her. Knowing he couldn't go in because it was time for his meeting, he hoped she would still be there when he finished, recognizing that the place she entered was a party.

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**Rewrite:**

"Everything is ready; the driver is waiting for you. Don’t waste any time," she said, her face stern. Immediately, her mother noticed and pulled her close, asking, "What happened, baby? We were talking just fine a moment ago, and now you’ve changed?"

Pouting, she replied, "Mama, I told you I wanted to drive myself today, but you told the driver instead. I really wanted to go on my own." Her mother smiled and said, "Now, with everything you have, you’re going to let this ruin your mood? Here," she said, handing her the keys. She took them and hugged her mother, who kissed her on the cheek and said, "I love you, my dear. I'll see you when I get back," as she ran out.

In the courtyard, she saw Ammey calling her, but she didn't even give her a glance. Before starting the car, she honked loudly. Baba the gatekeeper, hearing this, hurried to open the gate, knowing her orders were different from everyone else's in the house.

Ammey stood there, shaking her head and praying for her safe journey as she drove off.

Maryam sped off because she thought she was running late and her friends were waiting. Loud music blared from the car, making it impossible for her to hear anything else. This habit led many to believe Maryam was very disrespectful and lacked proper upbringing from her mother, thinking her mother had taught her that money was everything, so she did whatever she wanted, knowing her father’s wealth would solve any problem.

In no time, she reached the venue, found a spot to park, and first adjusted her makeup in the car’s mirror to match her outfit. Slowly stepping out, her beautiful white feet touched the ground. Her heart raced as she heard the music from inside the venue. Maryam was an expert dancer, loving to dance at every event, even if she didn’t know the occasion.

From the moment she parked, someone had been watching her. He watched her every move until she stepped out gracefully, capturing the attention of both men and women with her elegant walk. His heart pounded heavily upon seeing her. Knowing he couldn't go in because it was time for his meeting, he hoped she would still be there when he finished, recognizing that the place she entered was a party.