Morning arrives with clear blue skies and not a single cloud in sight.

Usually, this would have been enough to get me out of the covers, but today I just wanted a down pour, but fat chance of that happening in Oman.

I reluctantly get out of bed and walk towards the suite's lounge, glad to find my parents haven't woken up yet, as I can then I indulge on ice cream for breakfast.

My phone bings and I see that it's Saba, reminding me of our meeting at 9.

Figuring that no one important would be around to see me, I throw my hair in a ponytail and put on a hoodie on top of my white shirt.

One of the staff members guides me to the breakfast lounge, where in one corner is sat my cousin dressed to impress as always.

On her left sat the person I wanted to see the least, his hair drizzling with water messily above his forehead.

Oh, Allah. Did Saba know?
Is that what she wanted to talk about?

"Hello cousin dearest." Saba greeted as I pulled on a chair.
"Now that you're here, we can get down to business. There's a lot to sort out."

I look in Mikhail's direction, trying to decipher what Saba might need to talk about, but he's just blankly staring at her.

"Nila, you'll be responsible of making sure that everyone is well dressed." She says.

"What?" I say, totally confused.

"You heard me, I want everyone that's direct family or a very close friend, such as Amjad and Mikhail, to dressed well. This wedding has to be perfect." She smiles. "Oh, and make sure that no one aside from me and Bilal wears Sabyasachi. I shall not be undone."

Trust my cousin to go above and beyond.

"Umm, Saba, why did you call me?" Mikhail finally breaks the silence.

"Patience my friend. I haven't forgotten you." Saba says. "As Amjad will be too busy with organizing the groom's side, I thought you two could throw Bilal a bachelor party.
Nila, you know what the guys would love to do, as you practically spend your whole time with them, but since you already have a task, Mikhail will help you out."

I had no problem with being given some tasks to carry out, but having to do them with him of all people was something I dreaded.

Before I can put my opinion in place, Saba stands up.
"Well, I must get going and you must get to work. And remember, no clubs or strippers."

She then sways her 5ft 8 figure out of the lounge, leaving her perfume in her wake.

"She's really something, isn't she?" Mikhail mindlessly says, staring at my cousin's backside.

Ugh, boys.

He then turns to me and looks at me for a second.

"I don't understand how you're related. She's so nice and peng, and you're...you." He states.

I honestly wonder how he hasn't dropped with the glare I was shooting him.

"Wow, not rude at all." I say, ready to leave.

"You're one to talk, after the way you blanked me at Tesco." He scoffs.

I stand up.

"Hey, Nila. Let's forget about...you know..." He rubs the back of his neck.

"I already have."

"Then why the dirty looks and silences?" He asks.

"If you hadn't noticed, I didn't like you much to begin with. Back from our classes at Bromleigh Hill."

With that I exit, not bothering to see his reaction.

♧

And finally they speak? What do hope for these two?

Also, did anyone like my aesthetics?