One And A Quarter Year Agreement (a muslim love story) #Wattys2016

Chapter 7

Sophia's POV
I wake up to light snoring next to me. Then it occurred to me oh my... Is it who I think it is?

My eyes fly open and sit up to find Simba sleeping there. I roll my eyes and get up from the bed. I walk out of the room to find myself some food.

I go out to see Monster Poopie making himself some food. I remember what happened yesterday. What did he mean by what he said anyway? I brush it off and just give him a cold hard glare and get one too in return. We are the best of friends, aren't we?

"We have an official board dinner tonight. And we, being the hosts have to be there. It starts at 7 so a hairdresser and makeup artist will be here by 4 to pick out a dress for you and help you get ready. This is important." He informs me in an emotion less voice. Can anybody read him?

I just mutter a whatever and make myself some breakfast. And quietly eat it. Ten minutes later Simba walks in growling at Nadir who just rolls his eyes. Simba settles himself next to me looking up and meowing. This cat sure eats a lot.

Sighing, I get up and walk up to Simba's food bowl putting in some food for him. I walk back to my food and sit down eating. Nadir's mobile starts ringing and he gets up from his spot answering his phone.

I just resume to my food focusing on it. The ministers dinner was quite good. I absolutely loved the food. I would love to have it everyday.

The ministers sons were also quite good looking. Maybe even a little bit better than Nadir. Astaghfirullah, Astaghfirullah, Astaghfirullah. I mentally scold myself for saying that.

I sigh thinking, whatever Allah has done is for the better.

Nadir later leaves saying he has some work to handle. Like I care..

At around 3:57 the bell rings. I wrap a scarf tightly around my head and answer it. There stands a short lady in her early thirties maybe. She holds a big bag and has a trolley behind her carrying some sort of clothes I look at her confused.

"Hi, I'm sorry you must be at the wrong house." I say politely.

"YELLO! I don't think so... This is the house Nadir gave me the address too.." She says sure enough of it.

I then remember what he told me in the morning.

"Right! Well then come inside don't stand out side."

"I will."

She makes herself comfortable on the sofa.

"Oh how rude of me. I'm Camilla. The Gala family's personal hair dresser and make up artist." She says smiling widely.

"It's very nice to meet you Camilla." Extending a hand for her to shake. But instead pulls me in for a hug.

"What were you thinking to do for tonight?" She asks.

"I don't know really... Probably something simple but proper enough to wear to the dinner." I say shrugging.

She thinks for around a minute and then quickly gets up and walks to the trolley she brought in behind her. She takes out a beautiful off white-ish dress with traces of silver and white. She pairs it with a cream scarf and takes out a pair of high heels. I was extremely impressed by her pairing and squealed in utter excitement. She just gave me a look of relief.

She put my hair into a simple bun not doing much with it as it would be under the hijab anyway. She did winged eyeliner with nude lips. She also put on a little blush to make my cheek bones more prominent.

I put on the dress and then the heels. Now came the difficult part; which bag to take. There are a ton to choose from. I choose a simple VSL white clutch. I put on a new mobile cover as well. As soon as Camilla is done with my makeup she gathers her stuff to leave. I walk out of my room careful not to spoil my clothes.