“How can you move so quickly in that gown?” said Huda, gathering up her hem as she moved. “The train alone is four feet long!” “Not that you don’t look lovely,” Deen added hastily. “Which you do. Quite lovely.” Alizeh glanced back at him, her anxiety briefly overpowered by gratitude. “Thank you,” she said with feeling. “I’ve never worn a garment so exquisite in my life.”
