An emerald green satin kaftan Mahira gave to Rakia for her to wear to the Golden Fork tonight. Small jewels formed a sizable prism in the center. To be honest, she rarely wore such elegant clothes, as time was not favorable for Rakia to wear such clothes. When she did wear it, it fit her body like it was made for her. She looked so graceful, covered and elegant, a very different appearance from Rakia the journalist. This time it was like she was seeing herself on the other side, Rakia the wife of a Dubai conglomerate. Rakia chuckled amusedly at the nickname in her mind. She continued to apply...