Hidden (English Version)

Impure

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Sounds like a movie thing, her security scheme is one of the most surreal things I've ever seen in my life.

As our cars approached the mansion, I could see the black corvettes standing in the driveway, escorting not only her home but us, since we're her guests. The sun was way too hot as I climbed out of the car, staring confusedly at the long green lawn leading to what looked like a mansion-like palace.

The Arab decor, so beautiful and ostentatious, white walls with dark brown details, flowered balconies and decorated vases, a so well-kept grass to be that exposed to the sun. It gave me a sense of hospitality, even if now I felt more suspicious about all that.

I looked over the row of Land Rovers parked one after the other and our group of historians glinting down to revel in such a beautiful view of the pyramids so close to this princess's mansion, in the background, it would take only 10 minutes by car and nothing more.

She is a privileged woman to live in such sophisticated isolation.

"Our hostess should be waiting for us for lunch." Ursel said quietly, next to me. I was getting used to having Ursel as my partner on this long journey, although Gold was close to me, I felt more confident with her.

"Do you think it's appropriate for me to stay?" I asked fearfully, awaiting her point of view.

"It's no big deal, you're with us... Nothing can happen to you." She seemed pretty sure of that. I just followed her, observing the security guards in black clothes watching us walk toward the stairs where four women with hijabs in their hair were waiting for us, their faces uncovered displaying friendly smiles.

"Aistarabaw is ill right now, but we'll be serving lunch." One of them, who had a blue hijab on her hair spoke in sympathy. I felt my stomach churn. Ill? It is surreal to put myself as a crucial factor in her discomfort, to think that it was my fault made me feel distressed and awkward right away.

"I don't think I want to eat." I felt so sick when I said that near Ursel's face that realizing my condition, she simply nodded talking to one of the four girls, asking her to take me where I was assigned to be accommodated.

"Follow me, I'll introduce you to your room."

I followed her into the mansion, holding my purse in hand, the main room was ajar to the right, while I assumed the path to the dining room was on the left, where the large group of historians went with the other three women. The inner decoration is the complete opposite of everything I've seen out there, so much warm color tending to gold, mosaics, arabesques, Arabic calligraphy drawn on the walls.

As we walked down the center hall, I paused to see that the place opened to a central garden courtyard, looking at how wide the corridors surrounding that courtyard were, full of huge vases so beautifully decorated, the long pilasters gave it an intimidating height.

My eyes darted immediately to the central yard fountain in the sunlight, with unlit candles all around, the ventilation and illumination of that natural opening giving an extraordinary contrast to the corridors. The girl decided that we'd go to the right, throughout the courtyard to the end of it where we climbed wide stairs with colorful tiles under our feet.

It was a single opening that led to that staircase as it surrounded the courtyard on both sides, rising two sets of stairs to reach the rooms. The girl seemed intent on her mission to guide me to my room, but I got lost along the length of the corridor to its end, looking over the backstop and facing the fountain and the courtyard below, it was a beautiful sight to hold.