After successfully sending the message, Rabia turned off her phone screen and tucked the device back into her purse. She then turned to Zahara and said, "Zahara, Mom and Dad have arrived. They're waiting for you by the lake outside the hall."
Zahara furrowed her brows, surprised. "Waiting for me?"
Rabia's tone carried a hint of mockery. "Probably to talk about what happened earlier. It's quieter there, so even if things get heated, it won't become a public spectacle."
Zahara considered the possibility. It did align with David's usual way of doing things. Without overthinking it, she stood up and headed toward the lake outside the banquet hall.
The lake, nestled near the hall, was peaceful and quiet as most of the guests were mingling inside. Zahara strolled along the lake's edge
