Every time we drove by this abandoned barn, Batoul would dream up some sort of fairytale photo shoot, “I see pink and peach, lace and donuts. Lots of sweets...”. Because who wouldn’t love that combination of colour and deserts everyday?!
Emotions were running high in the library where the bride’s entourage glammed up and prepared for her grande entrance. As she pinned her intricately embroidered veil over her head and slipped on her diamond strapped golden shoes, not a single girl in the room could keep a dry eye. Embracing her best friend, they shared a silent prayer to ease the bridal jitters. Having become used to meticulous punctuality as a doctor-to-be, Waed anxiously glanced at the clock that struck delayed in her mind.
Chemistry. Literally chemistry. It was at Gloucester High School in CHEM11 class where these two opposites first attracted. A soccer jock, Samer’s life revolved around dribbling the ball up and down the field and scoring the winning goals. He was not ready for the bright and bubbly Brittany to take his attention away from his love.