Forbidden Desire. | ✓

(38) Only Memories After All.

"I don't want to go, please Ria. You can go with Viktor and attend for me. I'm sure Mrs. Colombo would understand." Sahara is still sulking in the corner of her room two weeks after Damian said they shouldn't acknowledge each other.

Ria isn't budging, "I'm going to make you look jaw-dropping stunning in the most modest way that's going to have everyone gawking at you, do you understand?"

Sahara told Ria about what Damian said, about how he wants to leave Sahara forever. Ria knew Damian wanted to be with Sahara just as badly as Sahara wanted to be with him. Ria just needs to push them back together again, maybe making Sahara the centre of attention at the charity event would work.

Sahara shakes her head, "Ria, you know I hate attention from others. I don't think I can face him at the event."

"Well... Ana has already sent over a custom-made black dress from Chanel... with a custom-made abaya..." Ria says. "It's here already in my closet, omg, don't kill me." She says nervously.

"She what? Ya Allah, I told you not to tell her." Sahara face palms.

"I didn't say anything! She knew Angela was holding the charity event and assumed you needed a dress." Ria looks away, "She hasn't been informed of your situation with Damian from the way she sounded on the phone..."

"It was best for her to find out later or else she'd be too frustrated and worried for everyone. Let her have some peace of mind before she finds out." Sahara says sadly.

"Maybe she can help me..." Ria whispers to herself.

Sahara sighs, "Okay, lets see the dress."

"Really?" Ria claps her hands together in excitement. "Let me bring it out."

Sahara couldn't believe this was her in the dress. The dress outlined her slightly curvy figure but the abaya made it more modest. Ana even sent black Christian Louboutin with the signature red bottoms, matching her bright red abaya perfectly.

"There's something missing... Oh, yes!" Ria hands Sahara a black Saint Laurent shoulder bag that has the gold YSL symbol on the front with gold tassels hanging from it. The bag stands out brightly against her red abaya. "Perfect!!" Ria says excitedly.

"You know your figure has me shook every time I see you in these dresses. My mind is blown, Mash'Allah ("God has willed" or "as God willing", expresses appreciation, joy, praise, or thankfulness)." Ria compliments Sahara.

"Jazak'Allah ("May God reward you [with] goodness." = showing gratitude)..." Sahara smiles at Ria. But her expression falls as she asks, "Are you sure I should go tomorrow?"

"Yes, I need you to wow the living Hell out of everyone." Ria jokes. "Especially, a special someone..." She whispers more to herself.

• • •

"Oh, my, my. My lady is looking beautiful tonight." Smirks Viktor.

"Oh, my, my, Mr. Petrov. You left your looks at home tonight?" Ria releases her snarky comment, very proud of herself.

Viktor smile widens, "I love it when you bite."

"How the bloody hell are you never phased? How am I supposed to get rid of you?" Ria rolls her eyes.

Viktor leans down and whispers, "I won't let you get rid of me, sweetheart." sending chills down Ria's back.