The Sheikh's Defiant Girlfriend (The Botros Brothers Series) Read Online Free PDF Page A

a smile.
     
    “There are far too many choices,” Sara replied.
     
    “The more, the better. We have to pick the most perfect dress for you.”
     
    The four of them sat down. The woman who worked in the boutique brought them a tray of refreshments. Sara frowned. There wasn't anything on the tray that she liked. She checked on Leylah who was sleeping in her stroller. She moved her into a better position. The saleswoman asked them what kind of gown they were looking for.
     
    Fiddah replied with something elegant, preferably made out of the finest silk. She was not too big on embroidery. A simple dress would be better on Sara; her beauty was enough to light up the entire place. She did not need a dress to make her any more gorgeous. Mrs. Mathews agreed with Fiddah's idea, but added that the dress should have lace sleeves. Aaliyah thought something tight fitting to show off her hourglass figure would be better. She preferred all the embroidery and satin for the gown. Sara rubbed her temples. She had no idea that planning a wedding would be so difficult. She had underestimated the whole thing.
     
    The saleswoman brought out a rail with a selection of dresses matching the various descriptions the women gave her. Sara felt her phone vibrate. She pulled it out of her jeans. It was a text message from Amir, “ what are you doing?” the message read.
     
    “Wedding dress shopping, kill me now,” Sara replied.
     
    The doorbell sounded. The saleswoman opened the door. Sara was surprised to see Tariq's mother walk in. She wore a stern facial expression. Sara got up to greet her but she was feeling awkward. She was not expecting to see her nor did she know what to say to her. She hadn't been part of the wedding plans.
     
    “Hello, Sara,” Mrs. Botros said formally.
     
    “Hi, how are you?” Sara replied.
     
    “I am well.”
     
    “What brings you by?” Fiddah asked the question on everyone’s minds.
     
    “Since I have not been included in the wedding plans, I have come to help choose the dress, if you'll have me,” she replied. Before Sara could say anything, her mother jumped into the conversation.
     
    “No, we will not have you,” Mrs. Mathews said as she stood up. Sara's eyes widened.
     
    “I understand how you are feelin--” Mrs. Botros started to say.
     
    “No, you do not,” Mrs. Mathews was not pleased with Tariq's mother and her tone and words made it very apparent. “You act as if your family is too good for my girl simply because we come from a different background. It’s a shame I was not here when you insulted her, if I was…” Sara quickly cut her off before she could finish. The last time the two women had met was in the hospital. Tariq's mother fell in love with Leylah but paid little attention to Sara or her mother.
     
    “Mum, enough. She is here now, let's accept her help. In the near future, hopefully she will see why her son loves me,” Sara said softly. Mrs. Boutros looked down at the stroller. Her heart softened when she saw little Leylah cuddled up in her stroller.
     
    “She's so adorable,” Mrs. Botros said.
     
    “Thank you,” Sara replied. Fiddah and Aaliyah were still sitting and watching the drama unfold. Fiddah couldn’t figure out how she knew where they were, as she hadn’t shared the information with her.
     
    “I do know that my son loves you, I see that now. I can learn to love you too,” she said looking at Sara. Every time she had questioned Tariq about Sara, he got defensive. She had never seen him so passionate about someone, or so protective. Sara smiled and nodded. That was enough for her.
     
    Sara escaped to the dressing room with a few dresses. It was so intense with Tariq’s mother there. She pulled out her phone. There was a message from Amir. “ I can’t come rescue you, a dress has to be picked. I hate my assistant.”
     
    Sara laughed softly. He complained about his assistant every chance he got. She replied back, “ Give her a chance. Your