How The Prince fell in Love

Chapter Seven (Juicy Hennas)

"She's not from Saudi Arabia?!" I heard a gasp from a girl.

She was giving me her back, long black hair stopping just an inch away from her hips.

I just got inside the bathing chambers, it was a huge one. You know like the ones you see in historical movies...

Asim explained that this mansion is old, very old.... so there were some rooms that aren't really modern, like this bathing chamber.

I cleared my throat, just to make sure she looks away from Farida, Mustafa’s wife, to look at me.

The girl spun around to look at me from head to toe. "Do I know you?!" She asked rudely.

I shook my head. "But you were talking about me" I gave her a sick smile.

When she heard my accent, recognition crossed her face for a second. "So, you're the girl that managed to take him from me?"

My eyebrows were now at the moon, with a giggle. "I didn't know he was yours?"

This girl didn't look that friendly, I admit she was somewhat beautiful. But she was a pain in the ass I guessed.

Like I said she had really long, black, dead straight hair, huge almond shaped eyes, they were also dark brown. Her face was straight, and she had somewhat big lips, well full lips anyway.

"Oh, he was" she returned my annoyed smile. "And now I know why he left, he doesn't have any taste" she looked me again from head to toe, observing everything.

I was about to return her insult, but I felt a hand brushing over my shoulder.

"So, you already met Yasmin" Queen Fadya said. "She is my niece, Yasmin this is Malak, Asim's fiancé"

I know it sounds disgusting to marry your cousin, but some royal families did this trick so they could keep the blood line 'pure royal'.

Yasmin spared me a glance before turning around and walking. I found my eyes rolling themselves.

At least I met someone who got on my nerves more than Asim.

"What took you so long?" She scolded, taking her hands away from my shoulder and returning to her venomous tone.

By now, Nadia was standing with Farida in front of me and Queen B.

Nadia looked at me before blushing and looking down on the ground. I cleared my throat. "Sorry, I couldn't figure out what to wear quickly"

She looked between me and Nadia strangely. "Excuse me, but I don't see the necessity of henna party, I don't want henna all over my skin just for celebrating"

"Oh, dear" There was suddenly an elder lady standing in our little circle. "The henna party is a tradition you can't break" She shook her head.

My –soon to be- mother in law looked at me with so much annoyance clear. "Malak, this is my sister and Yasmine’s mother, Farah"

The woman smiled brightly at me. "Did you know that the henna party was made since ages ago?" I nodded my head.

"Well, the main idea of it was to drive any bad luck from the bride and the groom, and yet to make the bride more beautiful in front of her groom" She again smiled at me.

Seems like at some cases, the apple does fall away from the tree. Her daughter was like her aunt. This woman seemed very nice.

"I didn't know, I just thought that it was for celebration..." I trailed off with an embarrassed blush. "And also not all of the brides in Egypt hold that party...”