Claimed By The Billionaire At The Altar
They handed me a small bundle of woven strands dyed in natural colors—deep green, sandy beige, ocean blue.
“Twist like this,” the first woman instructed, demonstrating with quick practiced fingers.
I tried to copy her movement.
The strands slipped immediately.
“Oh no,” I said, laughing at myself. “That did not work.”
The women laughed too—not mockingly, just amused.
“Slow,” one of them encouraged. “You rush.”
I tried again, focusing this time. The fibers were surprisingly soft but sturdy.
Twist. Fold. Loop.
After a few attempts, something resembling a braid started forming between my fingers.
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