The feast brought together the young and the old, rich and poor. Halima watched with an endearing grin as the foreigner tried to fit in. Suri did get on her nerves by peeking at every young man that caught her eye.
The children adored Parisa because she filled their heads with dreams. Halima always pitied Haness for losing such a soul. Someone with the ability to light up the dark. But that was just her opinion.
Meanwhile, a man meandered his way through the gathering, his gun well hidden by the old cloak shielding his body. He carried a stick, posing as a disabled man with a limp. He pointed his gun at the high table, half an inch out of the cloak, waiting for a clear shot.
"Steph, you should try some sweet wine with this!" Parisa poured it down Stephanie's throat.
"Mgh! Parisa, I
