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“Can I have her call you?” Amie said finally “She works as a doctor,” she lied—herstore “She’s alorking It would probably be best if I gave her the opportunity to call you at her leisure, if you don’t mind?”
Sadira finally relented and wrote down a nuushed about howto know this successful doctor who raised such a bright and successful young wouilt had settled in, stretching from her neck all the way down to her toes
Before long, the dressmaker had wheeled in her display of her e of bridal shops in Rabayat, Sadira had insisted that Amie only consider dresses from her personal seamstress
Zafina sly infor “We don’t show everything like Americans do,” she said “Leave that for your husband”
“Zafina!” Sadira laughed, embarrassed
At first, Amie worried the dresses would be stuffy or ant piecesshe’d ever seen The seaown al sleeves and a high neckline, both of which were painstakingly e silver beads
The next gown she tried on boasted long sleeves and a peekaboo neckline; metallic laces woven into the h, but Sadira’s lack of enthusiasm was evident on her face
The real treat caown that was all lace; vintage and si with lovely white beading If she were really having a Middle-Eastern wedding, Aht that this would be the dress she’d choose She’d hardly stepped out before the girls before Sadira began gingerly wiping the tears from her eyes
“This is it!” the older wo the fabric of the dress “Look at you! You beautiful bride!”
Ath mirror before her and inspected the dress While the bust fit a little looser, she couldn’t help but get butterflies as she looked at her reflection This was it This was her faux wedding gown
“It’s perfect,” she said finally
“Nan!” Sadira called to the dress that the seamstress take Amie’s measurements and tailor the dress ready for their nuptials A and almost moved to protest but as she supposed to do?
Was she supposed to stop her fakedress; reveal it was all so? She felt her stomach sink in utter discomfort as she watched Sadira leave the room with her checkbook in hand; ready to put a down-payown
Zafina watched her mother leave the room and suddenly her eyes were fixated on A brown locks, fussing with it as she spoke “Malik is a hard man to love,” she said
“Well…” Aed “Perhaps you don’t know him the way that I do”
“I know he doesn’t respect women, and that he definitely doesn’t like the theater—whatever he ht have told you,” she said pointedly
A at the top of her hairline and could only pray Zafina couldn’t read how nervous she’d just beco at, but it isn’t because of love for my brother,” Zafina continued “Are you in this for his money?”
“What?” Amie frowned “No, of course not!”
“You’ve won my mother’s heart, and that worries me,” the woman said simply “If you break her heart, you will have broken many”
“I love your brother,” Aer those of an improvised script/perfor here…” Suddenly she felt anger in the pit of her stomach and her face flushed as she turned sharply to face Zafina “Actually, you knohat? I don’t You’ve been hostile towards me since the moment we met Don’t you want your brother to be happy?” she snapped “How can it bother you soshame on your family name? And how am I the least desirable candidate for him? Don’t you care what makes him happy?”