Jasmine was sitting in her room, remembering what Asmaa had told her and what she had heard from the mouth of her so-called father, and was more determined to remain true to her word; she was not going to accept the marriage proposal no matter what. A knock on the door pulled her out of her deep thoughts.
When she permitted the person to enter, she smiled at him, and she knew what was awaiting her.
Bassem entered, then their mother was behind him, and she closed the door. Both of them sat on the bed, and Bassem put the tray that contained snacks on Jass’s desk.
They were silent, and Jasmine was observing them closely and knew they were nervous. Bassem was rubbing his hands together, and her mother wasn’t looking at her but was nudging Bassem to speak. She smiled at her action. She waite
