HER HEELS CLICKED ON THE FLOORS as Yasmin walked with her held up high, her aura being anything but welcoming. Her mood wasn't the best considering her brother's condition was getting worse and it seemed that it was directed at her most of the time.

Her life wasn't the best as of right now considering her boyfriend of three years dumped her for someone else and was getting married anytime from now and she knew for a fact she was most likely to come across the pictures considering they were still following each other, and she didn't have the time to change that.

Pushing the door open, Yasmin came to face with a pretty woman around her age sitting behind a desk with her phone in hand, scrolling through it. Her head snapped to her direction when the door shut, noticing Yasmin in her doorway with her bag in hand.

She offered her a bright smile causing the woman to do the same as she seated herself on one of the chairs with her legs crossed over one another, her bag on the other chair.

"How may I help you Ms Waziri?" The woman licked her lips, placing her phone down clasping her hands together, placing them on one of the files, causing the ring on her finger glare for a moment.

Yasmin couldn't help but glance at it, admiring the ring on her finger which she noticed letting out a laugh with her hand placed on her chest. "My husband bought it for me." She explained, not being able to hide her smile.

Yasmin returned the gesture, but part of her did feel down considering there was a time she believed Faisal would do something like that for her but she was in no way going to hate on a woman who has been nice to her since when they've met.

"It's beautiful. I would love to know where he got it." Yasmin complimented with a smile, gesturing to the ring.

"So I was talking to a friend about redesigning my office, and she recommended you were you were the person who redesigned hers." The woman's face held pride when she said that, nodding her head after she finished.

"That's flattering. Do you need a room to be designed or a whole building?" The woman asked, a notebook appearing in her hand waiting for her response.

"A building, but I only need the lobby and a single office renovated. Every where else is good." Yasmin explained adjusting the turban on her head. The woman merely nodded, writing it down before looking back at her.

"Is the lobby located at the second or first floor?" She inquired.

"It's located on the second floor. I just need bigger windows for the place, because I want a place bright. And I want to make it simple but not empty at the same time. You get what I mean?" Yasmin expressed with her hands, seeming to picture it with a familiar glint in her eyes.

They finished discussing how Yasmin wanted them and the only left was for Yasmin to wore the money before they start anything. That was the company's motto and Yasmin had no problem with it. She couldn't blame them considering she had met a few people who ran away after the work was finished without paying.

"Thank you Ms Babaahmmed." Yasmin said with a warm smile. She didn't have a reason whatsoever, but she liked the woman for no apparent reason. She always liked people who could dress and this girl definately knew what she was doing, and she didn't give her a stank attitude like the last interior decorator she went to.

She waved her off with her hand. "Nah, call me Khadija. Jamila will send all the details to you." Yasmin smirked, nodding her head assertively taking her bag from the chair walking out of the room after thanking Khadija.

Her phone started ringing and she fished it out of her pocket, her friend Namisha's photo with her tongue out and her eyes closed flashed on the screen. Yasmin swiped her thumb across the screen answering the phone call putting the phone to her ear walking to her car.

"You've reached Yasmin." She said jokingly, unlocking her car with her keys sliding into the car.

"Yeah I know. I dialled your number myself." Namisha said sarcastically, rolling her eyes. "But I'm out and I have nowhere to go and I don't need to go put with friends who will spend the little money I'd saved so I was wondering if we should hang out? It has been an awfully long time since we've done that." She suggested, glancing at the driver who seemed to be interested in the conversation, mistakenly swerving to the left when he noticed he was caught making her scoff a laugh, directing her attention back on the phone.

"So you just admitted to using me for my money huh? But I'm around the central business district. Care to share where you want us to meet?" Yasmin asked, stopping at a red light.

"Exactly. You got my point but there's this restaurant that opened recently and I have to try it out. I'll send you the location." Namisha said already sending the location, putting the phone back to her ear, checking where they were. "I might be a bit late." She added.

A ding interrupted what Yasmin was about to say, being the location Namisha had sent her. She sucked her teeth, driving back onto the street her car already on considering she didn't turn it off in the first place. Typing in the location in the GPS installed in her car, Yasmin headed to the restaurant they- well Namisha agreed to meet.

Upon arriving the place, Yasmin walked out of her car.slipping a pair of Chanel shades passing the valet her keys. Finding a spot beside the window that wasn't out in the open, Yasmin settled there with a glass of sparkling water in front of her.

Yasmin scrolled boredly through her phone after receiving a reply from Sauda who informed her she was staying at her aunt's house who was sick. Wishing her aunt get better, Yasmin sent the message locking her phone placing it facedown on the table, looking up and around the restaurant.

Something- or someone unintentionally caught her attention when he pushed the door open and a familiar figure stepped into the restaurant with a smile, glancing at him looking at him the way she looked at him the last time they met. Before he said those words to her.

Yasmin scoffed a laugh, not believing what her eyes were seeing but chose to keep quiet averting her gaze out of the window to calm hrtself down but it didn't help when the tears pricked the back of her eyes, not being able to hide the hurt and anger bubbling inside of her.

Someone walked to her table but she didn't care to move knowing she wouldn't be able to control herself the next time she looked at their direction, who seemed to be too invested in themselves to notice her sitting three tables before them.

Namisha slid in the booth with a faint smile on her face, but frowned when she noticed the distant look on her friend's face, knowing she sounded okay when they were on the phone. She reached her hand out tapping her shoulder, snapping Yasmin out of her thoughts as she glanced at her friend seated opposite her wondering when she had arrived.

"Something wrong? You seem...distant." Namisha asked in a worried tone and Yasmin waved her off playing it off with a dry laugh.

"Yeah probably because I have been waiting for you for over ten minutes with the foods aroma pushing it's way into my nose." She joked earning a loud laugh from Namisha as she joined her feeling a bit better than before.

Meanwhile, Faisal and Sauda seated themselves down on one of the tables after ordering a different meal that they argued on. Sauda wanted it to be romantic while Faisal insisted saying people would think they were sharing because he couldn't afford it and she was still gibing him the silent treatment since then.

A taunting smirk played on Faisal's lips as he brushed his hand under her chin, lifting her head up to meet his eyes. "Are you still mad?"

Sauda knocked his hand down which seemed to broaden his smirk. He was enjoying how she was acting, he found it amusing which seemed to fuel anger her even more.

"Well if you would have tried to at least sacrifice this one thing for me, you wouldn't even ask that question because you know you're wrong." Sauda mean mugged him, stealing a sip from the glass of water provided for her.

"Come on baby." He drawled with humor in his tone. "You know I don't like seeing you but I'm sure you don't want your boyfriend to be known as a cheap-" The sound of laughter made him cut himself off. He glanced in the direction his eyes immediately widening when he saw the familiar woman sitting three tables from him.

Like she had felt his eyes on her, Yasmin turned meeting his gaze causing a look of distaste and disgust take over her features before her eyes flickered to Sauda who was sitting beside him, her expression matching his considering Yasmin was unpredictable and could cause a scene right there.

Namisha glanced over where her friend's attention was, scrunching her face in disgust when she saw the man who broke her friends heart looking right back at her.

The muscles in her jaws clenched as she stood up, the chair she was sitting on scrapping against the hardwood floors as she took Yasmin's arm picking her bag up, hauling them out of the restaurant but was stopped when Yasmin snatched her hand, glancing at the girl she took as her friend. Her sister.

Just as Yasmin opened her mouth to speak, another couple apporached the table offering their apologies. Yasmin turned around meeting Halima and a light skinned guy standing beside her with his arm discreetly wrapped around her waist as he guided her to sit.

"Your aunt must be feeling better I see." Yasmin smirked, her attention on Sauda the whole time. "This must be the lucky girl, huh?" Her eyes flickered to Faisal whose face held annoyance. Not a trace of regret, or sadness or disappointment. What a fool she was.

"Let's not waste out time here Yasmin. They're not worth it." Namisha scoffed looking straight at Sauda who was frozen in her seat. Faisal sat up in his chair clearing his throat to speak but Yasmin put her hand up, not wanting to speak a word to him.

"I'm not here to talk to you or listen to a word you're about to say." Yasmin interjected her eyes on Halima the whole time she spoke. "That's the reason you blacked out on me. The pictures will explain everything. But there's only one thing I have to say, how you get something matters." She hated the tears that were threatening to spill over these two people who had done nothing but inflict pain on her and that was enough.

She moved her gaze to Halima, the words caught in her throat which frustrated her. "You knew?" Her brows raised as she stared at her in disbelief. Hamma only stared at her blankly, shrugging her shoulders.

"We weren't even on speaking terms." Halima defended dryly, picking up a glass of water taking a sip from it.

Yasmin blinked once, twice in utter disbelief before letting out a humorless chuckle shaking her head. "I'm not even-" She cut herself off, walking out of the restaurant with Namisha walking behind he who seemed togtet angrier by the minute, knowing she would act up if she had stayed longer and that dirty bitch was leaving with scars by the time she was done.

Sauda huffed picking up a glass gulping down the water whilst Faisal's face was void of any emotion as he scrolled through his phone. She looked over to Nasir who couldn't seem to keep his eyes off her.

She noticed him looking at her the minute she came into his car, but avoided eye contact and brought up meaningless conversations. She knew he thought she looked good knowing she did herself, but she didn't want the stares to go on for long.

"What?" Halima muttered looking anywhere but him.

"You look beautiful." Nasir complimented in a sweet voice earning a tight lipped smile from Halima and thanked him, but that's when she knew Nasir was definately someone she had to get used to. She was used to Khalifa who gassed her up instead, and complimented her when needs to be complimented making sure not to make her uncomfortable.

Her relationship with Khalifa wasn't based on love everytime, but Nasir was mushy every single time which she wasn't really a fan of and she often compared them which added to the problem.

Halima snapped out of her thoughts when Nasir buried her hands in his, offering her a warm smile. But her attention was elsewhere when she heard heels approaching the door but that wasn't what caught her attention.

She raked her eyes over the familiar woman who held a pissed off look on her face as she stared at her in disgust before walking out of the door. The woman who had the same face as her husband, his twin sister, Khadija.

Song : Burns Boy - 23