She woke up feeling extremely moody and scared. The house was filled with friends and family. She had her last skin treatment before having her bath. The makeup artist was already waiting for her. She sat on her bed refusing to get up and get dressed. "Ameenah what's the meaning of this? It's past 11 and looks at what you're doing? The wedding Nikkah is 1:30PM people will start coming any minute."
She hissed and looked away. She wasn't ready to move. "Look Ameenah doesn't get on my nerves, get up and get dressed, can't you see the makeup artist is waiting for you?"
"Ameenah your husband is calling." Manahel came in with her phone. She collected the phone and rejected the call before switching it off. "What the hell Ameenah?!" Aisha bayed at her. "I'm calling Aunty," she hissed an
