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Twelve

Chapter twelve

***A rocky start***

Amal

The moment we reached the palace, the taxi driver stopped the car on the side of the road before we even reached near the gates.

"Ma'am if I go any further, they will kill me with questions" he explained.

I knew he's right. Who doesn't know how strict it is to get into the royal palace during an event? So I paid him his fare and went out of the car. Bibi did as well. We couldn't see anything from this far so we walked towards the gate which was just around the corner just to see what's going on. I'm also curious to find out what it is they ask for when someone is going in. Aside from the invitation, I have nothing!

My heart began to quake from fear. What if they require some kind of identification?

On our faces, we both look grim but I'm quite sure despite the brave front, even Bibi is very afraid. Who would want to be humiliated?!

When we came closer, we saw that there are vehicles lining the side of the road as the guards efficiently identified them speedily. The line never gets too long cox there are a lot of guards doing the identification!

I could not make out what they were asking them so I went ahead to find out.

I'm so self conscious that I felt like everybody was looking at me. Like someone was especially looking at me. No matter how I looked, I could not see anything though. So I just held my head higher and walked towards the door that would enable a carless individual like me to enter. The guards over there are so bored. They kept peeping at what was happening on the other side. Though when they saw me, they quickly assumed a professional stance.

"Wait a minute ma'am" one of them said as he removed a device from his desk and then came to stand in front of us. He pointed it at me and a clicking sound could be heard as if it was the clicking of a camera. He nodded satisfactorily and moved away. "You may Pass miss Nasir" he told me which shocked me a lot! How did he know my name? And he could tell by identifying my face?! These people are too scary!

I nodded back before walking past him with Bibi in tow. She was also identified but he just told her to go in.

We entered the grounds slowly. Our eyes scanned the area outwardly projecting an indifferent aura but inwardly dying little by little.

Can you look at all those cars going into the palace! I can't understand how there could be so many rich people packed in one place. I was even more afraid of going now. If Saif dares to speak to me in public, people would want to know who I am. And if they do, I'm in trouble. Would they begin to analyze my outfit? Background? Maybe I should just go back.

"Uhm..Bibi, should we just turn back?" I stated anxiously.

I didn't realize that as we were already walking and by the time I talked, we were already at a place where we could see the front entrance of the hall.

Come and see power ladies! Dazzling fashionistas!

It is clear that the venue has parked the very cream of the crop! They all look amazing really. And there are tons of reporters there too. They aren't all that many so I'm sure they've been selected as well. You could see the flashes of cameras, the noise as they hurried to ask questions to arrivals like this was some celebrity show. Some of the girls stay to give an answer but others just ignore them. I guess this is where they drew the line. Obviously, most of them do not need that kind of exposure!

We were still looking when I saw Umma walking towards the front entrance. She looks so young even from this far. She is wearing a sheer lace with a satiny material underneath. It shimmers in the light. Since it is ash in color, her large golden accessories made her look like some African Queen. I'm quite sure the gold is genuine as well. She must've shed some serious bloody tears to get Abba to pay for them!