Chapter Fourteen
One day, Raima wakes me and says instead of Zahir meeting me for a late breakfast, Nabida will escort me downstairs to join Her Highness, Sheikha Mahirah, and her daughter, Aisha, for tea.
Less than an hour later, I enter a gold and white sitting room behind my two rarely seen female guards and Nabida beside me—just in case I need “attending,” I guess. At first glance, the room appears less colorful than mine. Yet in spite of its muted tones, it is one of the most ostentatious rooms I’ve been in thus far with its gold inlay columns, overstuffed Queen Anne sofas, and crystals dripping off everything from the chandeliers to the beige silk curtains. Forget the medallion carpet...this room has a large Persian rug draped over the marble flooring. I suspect the pattern has its
