𝐙𝐀𝐈𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐀𝐌 ~ 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 ♡

26 - Chocolate covered strawberries

Zaid Khalid

As usual, the Gala was used as an opportunity for my family to express how wonderful Kiara was for me.

And them.

One of the Amirah's sisters were there, and I felt her eyes keenly on me as Kiara talked about their summer holiday plans in Bora Bora next year. Bella and Sarah listened to her intensively but I knew Bella was hiding her smirk very hard. She casually rolled her eyes when noone was looking. If it wasn't for Abba she wouldn't have came in the first place.

"You seem to enjoy the party," I said sarcastically to her when we were out of earshot.

Bella scoffed. "Oh, please. This place gives me the headaches and I've been having them quite recently," then she placed her hand on her forehead slightly.

"So, tomorrow's the big day, huh?" She asked softly, after a few moments of silence.

I looked at her, not knowing what to say. Yes, tomorrow was the day. The day one of our Fates would be announced.

More specifically, mine.

"Kiara's really excited," continued Bella. "She just keeps flaunting all the new dresses she's having made and the friends she'll invite. God, I'm tired of that f-,".

"Language," I interrupted in a stern voice. She held up her hands in protest and mouthed sorry. She knew how much I valued things like that. At that moment, George walked upto us, smiling.

He was a bit taller than me, dark haired with a mustache rolled up. He came and placed an arm over Bella's waist and leaned in closely to whisper something.

I looked away as anger fumed over me. The amount of times I've objected this relationship before marriage is insane. Don't they realize how worth it is to just wait? It even angered me more as Bella allowed this. I had an urge to throw my apple juice at him then and there. George seemed to notice me because he stood straight and cleared his throat,

"Its a good evening, isn't it?" He asked, awkwardly, but I didn't reply and instead glared back at him.

"I'll be getting some more champagne then," he finally said after some more moments of awkward silence. "You want some, babe?" He looked towards Bella but she shook her head.

"No, I'm not really feeling it, tonight. You go ahead," she said smiling.

After he left, I turned to her, "I'm saying once again, I do not approve of this and I do intend to support at all!"

Bella rolled her eyes, "Oh, come on. George's a great guy, Zaid. Even Baba and Mama love him, why can't you?"

I dropped the topic because it was an endless discussion. I still pondered over the thought of tomorrow. Am I thinking straight? What am I even doing?

I grabbed my keys from my pocket and said quickly "I'm heading home." before she could stop me.

I headed over to my Porsche, slided the keys in, and closed the door shut. I wanted my mind to be clear, I wanted to think freely.

Why am I not thinking clearly tonight? Ever since I've been a part of this family, I swore to myself I'll never accept their cultures and only their love for me. And yet, I still succumbed to their wishes of marrying for fame. Our family had more, heck, more enough to provide ten more generations. But it was the Fame, the Power, Abba wanted. And marrying into a royal family gives you all the fame and attention you need.