AAHIL
“Do you want to go to the dinner that your mom’s hosting?”
Amal’s head twirls up, eyes wide. “What?”
“Don’t look so surprised. It’s the last dinner we have. So, do you want to attend or no?”
She looks at me in disbelief, as if I should well know what her answer would be. “Why would I want to?”
I shrug out of my coat and loosen the tie round my neck. “Just confirming. I don’t want to hear you complaining later.”
She stares at me for a whole of three seconds before looking back at her novel. I go back to fixing my clothes.
It’s the hottest day of the year today. One second outside and you would boil to death. I was expecting July to be a little cooler but no, apparently the weather hates me as well.
I fold the cuffs of my dress shirt to the elbows and run a hand through my hai
