An Echoing Race.

Chapter Thirty One.

 I've added a photo of Mira's wedding dress.

Enjoy!

#Chapter Thirty One#

Mira's POV

I'm sure I would go down in History as the first women to ever step foot into a jail on her wedding day. I was nervous, angry, overjoyed and eager all the same time and I thought my head would explode soon from all the emotions! I wiped my sweaty palms against the traditional Palestinian abaya I was wearing and shifted in my seat. Salem, Sameena, 'amu and the photographer were all here with me, and we were just waiting on the Sheikh to arrive.

Mama and Houda had refused to come.

I glanced up at my father who was seated across from me. His hands - which were restrained with iron handcuffs - rested atop the steel table between us and he harboured a grimace. His face was shadowed and his previous stubble had now turned into a small beard. His brown pants and shirt added to his miserable look and I shuddered when he caught my eye.

How sad, I thought. I can't even look at my father without feeling repulsed.

I pulled my eyes away from his and looked down at my hands again. As mama had expected, he wasn't happy when Salem had asked him for my hand - he had expressed his anger profusely but once Salem shut him down quickly and as politely as he could, even he knew it would be stupid to argue with a man who was almost triple his size.

Every few seconds one of the guards would clear their voices but other than that, it was so quiet in the room that I could actually hear the soft ringing sound in my ears. I let out a quiet breath and prayed the Sheikh would be here soon. If we didn't need him here for the actual marriage, I would have grabbed Salem's hand and run off with him already.

As much as I wanted to do that, there was still too much to do - getting dressed, photography and video, the dinner...

I felt someone tap me.

"You excited?" Sameena whispered to me, a large grin on her face.

"Of course I am! The wait is killing me though!"

She laughed. "Patience woman."

"I just want to have my way with him already!" I whispered back.

Sameena gasped and pinched my arm. "Mira!"

"What?" I said, a bit too innocently. "I mean I just want to be alone with him."

When she narrowed her eyes at me suspiciously, I merely rolled my eyes, a mischievous smile playing on my lips. I was always the blunt one out of the two of us and although I've been the topic of gossip amongst our family friends, I really didn't care. My attitude was what had gotten where I am today and as long as I was happy with myself, I dismissed the unwanted opinion of others.

"Asalamu alaikum everyone, sorry I'm late!"