Chapter Eighteen

Zara heaved out a sigh as she ended the call with Manal. What will she do now? She rakes her hands on her open hair groaning. Ya Allah make the situation easier for me. she silently prayed. A knock emerged from the door followed by Aunt Myrah's voice. "Zara are you still sleeping?" the woman started in a not so high voice. Zara reach for her veil and tied it around her head. She doesn't normally leave her hair open, till it's necessary or when she washed it and wanted to dry it up with the natural wind. "No Aunt, I'm coming" she ushered walking to the door and opened it revealing her aunt in a dashing outfit. Zara watched the woman from head to toe. "Aunt you look so beautiful, what's the occasion?" she said with a wink. A smile made it way out of Myrah's lips. "I know what you're thinking but my friend invited me to her baby shower, and I want to be present for all the preparations. Now your breakfast is set, Khalid has some meetings in France, so he took the early morning flight