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"Then can we be together?" He suddenly asked.
I opened my eyes widely "huh?!!"
"We are supposed to get married in a few months but my mother already cut off the alliance. If we reallyw ant to be together, we'll straighten the oldies." He chuckled.
I walked to the chairs arranged in the middle of the garden and sat on one, thinking of what to tell him. I feel like tearing of my dress.
"Elvis..." I called. I feel like crying, what I have to say will hurt him.
"Elvis, I can't. You have the right to think whatever you want. I'm sorry."
"What...!"
"You now know I'm adopted. I've loved Khalil since I was little and I waited for the last fourteen years for him. That night, we both went out together, but we didn't plan anything else other than dinner. I ca
