Amira liked calm almost as much as she liked lively places.
Nevertheless, seeing as the wedding was about to take place in two hours at Xavier’s hotel in NYC, it was way too hectic for her. She wouldn’t really mind it except for the fact that it made her nervous - immensely so. Having a hair stylist and a make-up artist fret over her for nearly an hour made her relax and yet a bit unnerved at the same time. She didn’t need all this… not really. But Xavier insisted on giving her the best his money could offer.
“Amira, honey, you look absolutely gorgeous,” came her soon to be mother in law’s praise. “Won’t you stop biting your lower lip for a minute? You’re going to ruin the lipstick.”
Her tone was teasing, no real heat behind her reprimand. And Amira’s expression immediately morphed
