Becoming Royal

Chapter Fifty: Epilogue

Third Person POV

"Mommm" A tiny voice shouted with a giggles as she ran into Nawal's closet.

Nawal turn her head from where she is seated, in front of her vanity mirror as the make up artist apply make up on her.

"Stop running baby..." Nawal stated when Mamakulu enters the room running after the girl.

Farida giggles again as she crawl on Nawal's lap still giggling softly.

"She..re...refuse...to..." Mamakulu try to say panting as she bend down to catch her breathe.

Nawal chuckles softly then nods her head towards Mamakulu and said "Don't worry Mamakulu, just bring her clothe I will get her ready myself".

Mamakulu smile and walk out of the room then she return shorty with a blue color dress.

Farida looks at it as she squeals and said "We're wearing these same" while pointing to Nawal's own gown that's lay on the chest drawer.

"Yes" Nawal said as she stood up with Farida on her hip. Turning to look at the make up artist. "Thank you Salma"

The make up artist curtsey with a smile then she turn and start tidying up the vanity mirror.

Salma is the Royal make up artist, but since Nawal has all the things, Salma will just come and apply it for her, that's when she needs her, cause she normally do it herself.

Nawal walk to her room with Farida on her hip then called Binta to bring their dresses.

She was dressing Farida when she felt a tiny hands on her neck, before she can say anything she heard Aryan said "I got ready before you" while sticking his tongue out for her

"And Mummy is putting my clothes for me" Farida reply while sticking her tongue too at Aryan.

Nawal just smile as she tilted her head towards Aryan. She is use to their little bickers. Her charismatic, adorable little man, who is so much like his Dad especially when it comes to their behavior and love for cake. Where as Farida is more conservative and reserve. Whatever she is doing, she does it with class and elegance just like the princess that she is.
Sometimes Nawal wonders whether that's how Farida was when she was her age.

"Where is your Dad?" Nawal asked Aryan while zipping Farida's dress.

But before the little boy can say anything, Prince Fahad walk in, wearing his Armani three piece black suit.

"Is this really necessary?" He asked for the thousandth times since he saw the clothes their gonna wear for the photoshoot. His face emotionless, as he open his hands staring at his wife.

Nawal zip up Farida's gown then she turn to face her husband, the grin on her face increase while she walk closer and bottom up this suit,then murmured "You look handsome Sunshine".

Prince Fahad look at his loving wife, this will have gone more soother if he was willing to do it, he doesn't know where she gets this crazy idea of having a photoshoot in all their Anniversary for the last three year.

"All I need now is for this" She put her hand on his chin as she stretch it a little bit "to stay like this".

Prince Fahad just roll his eyes as he remove her hand from his face then said "You know I would have look better if I was willing".

Nawal chuckles softly tapping her hand on his chest gently then move to her gown and said "The photographer is already here..."

"We could have just done it like we normally do" Prince Fahad whine again as he moves and stand next to her, were she was unzipping her gown.