Anthony Nasser's POV.
Juliet has dressed up in a beautiful white dress... Much more than I had ever expected in a woman. Everything about her looks radiant. I am perplexed.
After telling her everything that happened with Samia and the way events unfolded in my favor... We have fallen asleep, and my mother has called more than ten times, trying to communicate with us... It was genuine, it was perfect.
"Are we going to get to the mosque together, Anthony?" Juliet asks me coyly, her hair falling into her face like a waterfall and her red lips looking the most exquisite and tempting thing I've ever had in front of me.
"How did you manage to convince my mother to have a white dress and not a more traditional dress for a Muslim woman?" I question her suspiciously, I don't want to go back to
