Jamila Barlowe,
A young art curator embarks on her journey across the Middle East. Walking into something that was bound to happen sooner or later is this what they call fate or just bad luck only time will tell .....
It was chaos people were running up and down Aahil's house trying to get things in order. I started getting ready an hour early so Anisa also had time to get ready but she has her makeup crew come over so she didn't have so much work to do.
I wonder what she does for a living to have a makeup crew on speed dial like that. I placed my lashes on and now it was time for the dress. I protested that I could do my makeup myself but she insisted since they were already here.
I slide my way into the first dress which was dark blue with silver embellishments. Everything hugged the right places I almost felt out of place in this dress
But that is not how a role I own the dress, not the other way around. I hear a knock at my door making me turn around from the mirror
" come in," I yell out as I go to grab my heels
In comes Aahil with a simple yet dapper black tux. Every inch was tailored to his body. His beard was cleaned up a bit and his hair was kinda gelled back but not too much the volume was still there.
" Anisa told me to help you she had to leave early to get her husband." He says while walking more into the room. I nod my head still admiring him.
"Ah ok well the shoulder piece is on the bed right there," I say while finally clasping the hook to my shoe. He walks up behind me close enough for me to feel the warmth that came off his body.
I stood still making sure not to mess my hair up in the process I was already lucky my hair didn't poof up from humidity this whole trip so I'll be damned if it's messed up because of this extra ness around my neck.
He brings the piece around my neck and secures it pro and adjusts a couple of parts making sure it looks good.
" breathtaking."
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He says simply I could tell by the look in the mirror he wanted more so I turned around and pecked his lips. Hoping my lipstick doesn't stain his lips.
His assistant makes it just in time to collect the other garments for the second outfit I have to change into. He passes my mask and we head out the door ready to make an appearance.
______ The car ride was filled with nothing but tension and nerves. Not even his assistant dared to say anything
As we pulled up to the event he thanked the driver and got out first. Before I could even open the door he gets to it before me I place my mask on making sure it's secured and take his hand. All the cars were lined up outside other guests coming out. His assistant got out before us most likely to put the garments somewhere.
As we walked along the marveled entrance I felt eyes on me. He made sure to tighten his grip on my hand to keep the nerves down. The door opened to the first main entrance and I was met with numerous amounts of flashing lights almost blinding me. He leans down to my level almost startling me but I could sense he was smiling.
