Salma woke up the next day with a huge smile on her face. Her hand instantly went to her finger. Sure enough, the ring Mansur had given her the night before was still there. She held it close in her hand, her head swirling from all the emotions she felt.
She never planned on telling him she loved him. She had acted on impulse; simply saying the first thing that came to her mind. But when she'd said it, it felt right. She didn't feel odd or queasy. It just felt right. Like she was meant to love him from the beginning.
Although she couldn't pinpoint the exact moment she fell for him, she knew that it definitely had something to do with his boyish charm. She preferred his funny side, because he always managed to put a smile on her face no matter how angry she was.
But what if he wasn't be
