SASHA.
I couldn’t stop moving my fingers.
They twisted around each other in my lap, tightening and loosening and tightening again, like they were trying to work something loose that wasn’t actually there. I watched them through the mirror while the maid stood behind me, carefully tying my headtie into place. My blouse clung to my back. I was sweating profusely, so much so that I was worried my entire outfit would be soaked by the time Bello got here.
“Gimbiya are you alright?” Saude asked softly.
“I’m fine,” I replied a little bit too quickly. “Everything is perfectly fine! I added chirply.
She paused for just a second before continuing to adjust the ankara fabric. “Should I turn up the air conditioning?”
“No. It’s fine like this.”
In the mirror, I caught a brief look that the two
