The masquerade ball was every bit stunning. It was much more splendid than in Zahra’s memory.

She roamed in the crowd. She did not mingle, preferring to remain alone. She escaped to the gardens wondering if the cat would be there to meet her again.

Time has passed yet as she looked at the dancing crowd, for them time seemed frozen.

“I knew that you would come,” a feminine voice startled Zahra. She turned to find Asher’s mother standing before her.

She remembered her being taller and more intimidating. She was not. She was shorter than her.

Her eyes she thought were fierce were nothing but filled with venom. Zahra...