ZARA’S POV “Zara hurry up, the guests are here.” “A minute mom.” I tried to calm my nerves down as the whole house was flooded with guests even though I had no idea who they were and some of our close relatives and a few of my friends. I assessed myself one last time in the mirror, to make sure that I looked proper. I was wearing a sleeveless black frock with golden embroidery. It reached till my knees with the neck and shoulder region made with lace along with the end of the frock. My hair was braided on one side with a few strands left out. I wore golden studs paired with a thin black chain and a black watch. I gave myself a flying kiss in the mirror and then took a deep breath, exiting the room. I reached the top of the stairs and all the movement in the living room stopped

