"Good morning Miss Hassan," Mrs Smith said as I walked out of the dining room.

"Good morning Mrs Smith," I said eyes dropping slightly because of the lack of sleep. I was woken up 12 times in the night because of Salmans constant music.

"Tired are we?" She asked with a sympathetic look which made me think that she heard Salman as well.

"Just a bit," I yawned.

"Well then I must warn you we have a busy day."

Oh no.

"Why?" I asked praying that when she meant that we had to do one small thing.

"Did Mr and Mrs Kamal not tell you?" Mrs Smith asked raising an eyebrow when I shook my head, "Well one of Mr Kamals work friends is getting married and we have been invited to the wedding."

I thought I was going to die.

A wedding? No thank you! Formal events have never been my thing.

"This means that we have to go and get you a dress tailored."

I didn't think it could get worse but here we are. Last time I got a dress tailored it ended up being the most uncomfortable thing ever.

An hour later Miss Smith came to me again.

"We are leaving now," she said.

I got up and followed her out to the car where Louis was waiting.

"Bonjour Lady's! Il fait beau aujourd'hui. C'est presque aussi joli que vous avez l'air tous les deux," Louis said as we entered the car. While I don't understand French I could tell it was something flirtatious because of the wink he gave to Mrs Smith who just sighed and shook her head.

We all sat in silence for the drive soft music playing from the radio. After a while we arrived at a large shop.

The shop looked gorgeous. It was a white concrete building with stormy grey pillars with beautiful flowers painted, swirling around the pillars as though they were wrapping them in a hug.

"Shut your mouth," Mrs Smith said, "you are not a guppy fish."

I held back a laugh as we stepped inside the shop.

We entered into a stormy coloured room with white marble floors. At the opposite end of the room sat a long white desk with a man sat behind it typing something on his computer.

He looked young, maybe 30, he had short platinum blonde that contrasted his tanned skin. He wore a floral suit that pretty much made it look like a rainbow had thrown up on him and formed into flowers.

He didn't look up from his computer until Mrs Smith walked up in front of the desk and cleared her throat.

"Ahhh, Mrs Smith! Nice to see you again!" He said standing up to shake her hand. He then turned and looked and be before sticking his hand out for me to shake. "And who might this beautiful young lady be?"

"I'm Zahra, Zahra Hassan, nice to meet you," I said politely shaking his hand.

"Well Zahra Hassan, I am Adrien Goldstein and I will be your stylist."

"We need an outfit for the Wedding of two of Mr Kamals friends," Said Miss Smith impatiently.

"Of course! Come this way," Adrien led us over to a stand in the corner of the shop and pulled a measuring tape out of his pocket.

He measured out the size of my waist, my hips, my chest and so on. He then walked over to a rack of clothes and pulls out a short pale blue dress.

"Now Miss Hassan, I am well known for getting the outfit right first try so let's not spoil my reputation," Adrien said as he handed me the dress and lead me to one of the changing rooms.

There wasn't a mirror in the changing room but I didn't need one to know that this was a very short dress. One wrong move and everything would be out there. I cautiously made my way out of the dressing room. I turned to Mrs Smith who seemed to me eyeing the length.

"PERFECT!" Adrien cried as he ran over to me and handed me a pair of tall white heels.

I have only ever wore heels once and honestly I don't like to recall that memory. Even then I slip on the heels and try and walk forward. I stumble a few times but eventually I think I got the hang of it.

"Stunning."