The evening sun is still surprisingly bright and warm, though I have to admit it"s a little better than the winter-to-spring darkness we"d still be experiencing at home this time of the year. We make our way through the palace, following a smartly dressed guard who barely seems to be paying us any attention. No doubt he"s already decided we aren"t a threat.
Matia trots along beside me with her head held high as if she can tell that this is a special occasion. I"d think it was because of the golden jewellery she"s wearing, but we"ve had to dress up formally so many times since coming to Egypt that I"m not entirely sure that"s true.
I run my hand down the beautifully pressed formal white dress, one of my rings catching on the material. I try to extract it but fail miserably until Nik reach
