Unexpected Promises

Chapter 8 ✓

Atifa's pov :

"Alright, so after buying their dresses, we will have dinner in one of the restaurants here before leaving. Okay?" Ammi turned around, her wavy black hair blowing by the wind. Yes, she wasn't wearing a hijab.

Agreeing, we continued to walk in silence for a few minutes until we stopped in front of a boutique. It looked like a simple wedding boutique, not too big for which I was thankful.

"We are looking for a bridal dress for my daughter. And a groom's attire for my son-in-law." I was busy looking around when I heard ammi talking to the worker there.

The boutique was beautiful. Various dresses were hanging from different racks, some of them adorning the mannequins. The bright lights of the shop reflected through the beads of some dresses. It looked nice.

"Oh alright. Which one would you like to see first? The bride or the groom's attire?" She asked us, smiling brightly.

Glancing at us, ammi turned back to her. But before she could reply, he interrupted hesitantly. "You can go with her, I will just check out my attire myself. If it's alright with you."

"Yeah sure, you can check them out yourself but I will do the final selection." Smiling, she turned back to the worker.

"But-" Catching my gaze, he stopped remembering the previous incident regarding the bill. I didn't even realise that I was staring at him until then. Lowering my gaze, I followed ammi while someone ushered him in the opposite direction.

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"Ya Allah ammi, I don't like any of these dresses!" I told her, frustrated. She was suggesting some heavy dresses, some of them even revealing. And I didn't like any of them.

"What is the problem with them?" She raised a brow.

"They look so uncomfortable." Definitely not my type. Scanning the dresses once again, I sighed in dejection. Glancing at Emaan, I found the kids sitting with her, staring at us in disbelief.

"You seriously didn't like any of them?" Finally Emaan uttered incredulously. Her gaze flitted between me and the five or so dresses laid beside ammi. She was also holding one of the dresses in her hand. I shook my head and she just stared at me with wide eyes before muttering something. Both the girls giggled and I frowned. What did she say?

"Alright Atifa, just try to find a dress for yourself. I'm going to check up on that boy. Hopefully he liked something, unlike you." Sighing, she left. We were there for the past thirty minutes, looking through the dresses, trying to find the perfect one which I approve of. And the quest still remained.

I looked around to see if something catches my attention, but to no avail. Glancing at Emaan, I saw her standing up after saying something to the kids.

"So Miss Atifa, what type of dress would you like to see?" She inquired sarcastically while fluttering her eyelashes.

Rolling my eyes, I dragged her to the corner aisle, where the dresses looked much simpler. "I think I will choose something from here." I told her absent-mindedly while looking through them. Sighing, she started searching with me.

After a while, I finally found a dress which looked elegant and beautiful at the same time. I ran my hand through its smooth texture. It was so soft and comfortable, not too heavy or extravagant. It was simple, modest, yet managed to stand out. With full sleeves and the bodice covered with stone work, the silky cloth flowed perfectly from below the waist, stopping below the ankles, giving it a beautiful flowy look. I turned it around to look if it was backless, but thankfully, it wasn't. And the neckline wasn't deep either.