Today was the day. The day Tequila had tried to prevent since Uthman was so intent on his decision to marry her. Today was going to be the royal ball ceremony. Tequila sighed, she was still in her room, she has just been informed that Uthman was requesting her presence downstairs. Tequila couldn't deny that she wasn't nervous. She wished he had sent an escort, someone to help walk her down. She knew she would make an entrance, she was the one getting married to the Sheikh after all. She took in a deep and pulled the door open. Tequila knew very well that if she stood there debating on...