The Sheikh's Mistaken Twin - Completed.

Chapter Thirty-Four

Ellie read over the note she had received, surprised.

Dress up. Will be collected & need to try out the band. Kaden xx

What band? Dress up in what? Nope, she wasn't going down that track again. If only she had that dress. She would love to wear it one last time, racing back to her room, bursting into the bedroom, stopping dead, eyes popping, trembling. She couldn't believe it.

The dress.

Just the dress, no fan, no mask, covering her mouth with her hands that trembled and her eyes glistened over. Yet there was one more thing her cape. She loved that dress, stepping closer to touch, making sure it was real, then removing it to hold it against her, closing her eyes, reliving the moment when she had first put it on. In front of the mirror, arriving at the ball and how she felt when she entered the ballroom. Then saw him, and her heart flipped-flopped.

Those eyes. The moment of being in his arms on the dance floor dipped and lost in his gaze. Placing it gently on the bed, Ellie rushed off into the bathroom to shower, and dry and stood in front of the mirror, hair towelled dried and looked at her hair, a tangled mess around her face. 

Ronnie had her hair thinned and straightened daily.

Not something she wanted to do, yet maybe a thinning would help. It was who she was. "Mistress?" she looked around and faced Fatima.

"What is it?" Not connected to her. She seemed happier to call her that in public, so she had a visitor. "The Emir has organised something for you."

Ellie headed out, heart in throat, not sure what he had organised, tying the belt around her waist tighter of the bathrobe. Emir, prince whatever others called him to her, he was just her future husband, the man who loved her as much as she loved him and loved spoiling her, something she had to get used to.

There was a beautician to see to hair and makeup and helped her into the dress. 

Voilet entered from her room after a brief rest, gasping at the sight before her. 

"Is that my Ellie?"

"Sure is."

"You look stunning. So what is this all about?" she waved a hand over her. So showed her the note. "You better not keep your man waiting."

"To be collected."

Together they headed for the sitting area where Ellie sat next to her Gran, who kept touching the dress, asking questions. Ellie leaned forward.

"I've met the designer. She's made my wedding dress."

"Where did it come from?"

"Ah, yes, Kaden sent it with the ticket to the ball."

"He expected someone else and found Cinderella." Violet's eyes glowed.

"I expected a ball and found a King."

Violet pattered her hand. "It was fate, my dear. No matter why you were there, it was fated."

Yes, she saw that standing when Ali approached, she rose and collected her cape and wrapped it around the dress and lifted the hood and led away towards her fate.

Entering the ballroom, she couldn't believe her eyes in its full glamour for the forthcoming wedding, only a couple of days away, music filled the room as Kaden stepped into view dressed as he was at the ball, soaring her heart, and realised the music sounded familiar as he walked towards her stopping in front of her holding out his hand.

Lowering the hood she undid the cape and let fall to the floor, taking his offered hand to be swung into his arms and swirled around on the spot, transformed back into time when they first met, soaring to the music, being in his arms, lost in his loving gaze.