chapter 89

Hamza who didn't appreciate his mother's funny comment as well properly held my arm, and gently smiled for me then while leading me inside the villa he commented in his mother's ear, "Your taste is much worst."

I decided not to act petty about both their comments, I simply held his arm tight not to fall and embarrass myself, then we walked inside the crowded place.

Being looked at as Hamza's wife definitely felt much different than anything I ever experienced, I never had such a large crowd staring intently at me not even when I presented my essays in college to a sea of people!

I was not part of the high society, so no one knew my background, I could hear questions like "whose daughter is she?"

"what family is she from?"

"I saw her face before, is she an actress?" But none of those questions were answered.

Hamza kept walking steadily until he reached a certain spot, we then stopped there.

"We will soon be led to the dining hall and be arranged at our table, you don't have to worry a