14 Zara

PART TWO

“Are you my sweet Princess slut, Zara?”

14

Zara

Two Years Later

“Are you sure this fits me?” Ivy asked, her fingers pulling at the hem of the dress. “I look… ”

“Beautiful,” I interrupted her. “You look stunning. Stop stretching the fabric with your fingers and here… you might like this one.”

She took the perfume bottle of Delicate Dew from my hand. Ever since my brother, Khalid, engaged to Valeria, I received a lot of perfumes launched by her brand.

“Oh, this smells so sweet.” Ivy applied it with a shy smile as I met her eyes in the mirror's reflection.

We were in her old childhood room, all ready for her father’s surprise event. Since I had moved to San Diego a month ago, she had invited me and asked me to get ready with her.

I had met Ivy when I was in Australia, still hell bent on travelling the world with a camera and a backpack, treated like a commoner than a royalty. She was the same age as me and I had made a friend out of hers when I was bar tending at a club. A guy