Once we arrived at Rayan’s house, he parked the car and walked towards the door, as the door opened, it revealed a lavish, well-decorated living room. There were a few people there, all were wealthy if not beyond. Everything and everywhere was beautifully decorated, I’m not exaggerating but even the waiters and waitresses smelled money. When Rayan talked about his uncle’s wedding reception, I thought it is going to be a simple but classy reception but what I’m seeing right now is beyond. I kinda feel like I don’t belong there, everyone here screams money and I just look like I don’t belong here.

Rayan look at me, and he...