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"Oh, darling. You can't fix yourself by breaking someone else."
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Eiffel Tower – 7th February 2018
IT'S NOT EVERY DAY that Myra faced wardrobe crisis. It's also not every day she gets asked to visit the Eiffel tower with the boy she has a huge crush on. The day her heart had skipped a beat for him is carved in her mind.
It all begun on a boring Friday where Noorie had ordered her to venture outside and inspect the workers. To instruct or to give them a day off if she is satisfied with their hard work. She walked around and everyone greeted her with respect. After all they recognized her as the sole daughter of Noorie Azar plus they never stopped praising this family for being generous in these modern times of rich persecutors who becomes wealthier by tormenting those who are below them in status.
"Won't you give me a tour?"
Startled by Emraan's voice, her palm covered her palpitating heart. She never expected to encounter him soon. Last night he had found some water guns and using Zaynoul as an accomplice, they had drenched her with pink paint ruining her beautiful Tuscan sun ottoman dress. Cheeks flushed and fresh tears falling, she skipped the nectarous dessert baked by his mother and went straight home.
"What are you doing here?" She asked, lips tightened and nostrils flaring.
He walked few steps forward and stopped, maintaining a decent distance.
"I was going to meet some friends and I recognized the building. My mother had taken some pictures when she came here. It looks appealing and cozy."
"Thanks," she muttered and resumed her walk.
Emraan rushed and caught up to her.
"Are you mad at me?"
"No."
Swallowing her ego, she stopped to look at his self-reproached face. Pity settled in her heart until she recalled the mocking laughter pouring around along with mingling tears and pink water that had splashed on her face.
"I'm sorry. I should have never listened to your brother. He wished to prank you. I should have been the mature adult and refuse."
Myra nodded. "I'll deal with my brother when I get home. You'd like a tour of the hall, follow me."
Zeenat Mahal is impeccable. The outer walls of the hall are constructed in red-clay brick, the tone varying from warm to dark. It can be glimpsed from a great distance if one was at sea which made Noorie Azar gained more than enough clients due to the staggering sea-facing view.
Climbing the front stairs, Myra saluted the girl who cleaned the white polished tiles. She continued her way towards the main hall and turned on the main switch causing the chandeliers and lamps on the ceiling to light up the vast room. His mouth remained agape.
