Finally, London Part 2JonA week laterOur agony at no longer being the talk of the English tabloids led us to London a week later to start preparing for our wedding.Still on the plane, Hazel clutched her handbag tightly, and within it, her precious notebook filled with a collage of photos, like a visual diary of her dreams and aspirations. These images were a testament to the countless hours she had spent researching and planning every detail of her dream wedding. They weren't just photos; they were fragments of her heart's desires.As she flipped through the pages, she saw the enchanting images that had captured her imagination. There were photographs of idyllic outdoor venues, nestled beneath ancient oaks or perched on a hillside with panoramic views. She had imagined herself walking down those dreamy, sun-kissed aisles surrounded by the beauty of nature.Next, there were snapshots of bouquets, each a stunning work of floral ar

Kensington Palace part 2 Hazel We spent the whole afternoon in the bedroom making love. Jonathan doesn't want to risk any adventures and is more romantic in every attitude with me. It makes me think about how long I'll be in London away from him, with my hormones going through the roof. It won't be easy. Thankfully, I'll have plenty to occupy myself with. LondonA week later, Jonathan and I arrive in a cold London, very different from Dubai, and winter hasn't arrived yet. I'm happy to know that I'm going to meet Jonathan's sister, Sophia, but I'm not happy to know that their mother will be there too. Even though I'm better from the motion sickness, I still feel the constant mood swings. There's nothing I can do about it; I just hope for the best and that I don't get caught in a difficult moment. I don't want any more friction with Mrs. Olivia.Catherine, her sister's five-year-old daughter, is a beautiful l

PreparationsHazel Jonathan only came to London for two days. I’ll still have a week here to sort everything out for the wedding. It’s Sunday and there’s not much to do, so we will spend most of the day together. We make some choices about the wedding, although he has already said that I can choose whatever I want. I had already commented on not having a man from the family to walk me down the aisle, and we ended up deciding to invite Aziz. Jonathan’s idea. Well, he was the man who made us meet. Nothing could be more fitting.“Are you sad about that?” He asks.“Well, I never dreamed of this moment, to be honest. I’ve never stopped to imagine the details of my wedding. But - I sigh - I was sad about not having anyone to walk me down the aisle. I missed having a father yesterday when I thought about it. But it’s okay.”“Aziz was a kind of cupid fo

London - Dubai - London and a celebratory cigar. (part 1)HazelFinally, my flight lands and I’m back in Dubai. I meet Jonathan at the airport, overwhelmed by an intense desire to hug and kiss him deeply, but I know I can’t. I didn’t need to make an effort to remember that I’m back in a land that doesn’t allow this kind of public display of affection, I know very well the rules here, and a romantic kiss in a public place is not allowed.Even with all these rules and restrictions, for some reason greater than the simple desire to make money from my dancing and from my art, I love this city. But I still don’t understand for sure the reason why. There was something intangible that drew me here, an inexplicable connection that I couldn't ignore and, coming back here now, after having visit my hometown of London, makes me realize that.It’s not just that because I’m returning to the arms of my beloved, but there’s something about this place that increases my happiness at being back. Even t

Happiness Part 1 Jon The wait was agonizing, but it was worth it. When Hazel stirs and asks the doctor to look again to see if he can tell the sex of the baby, he speaks loud and clear."It's a boy!”I jump out of my chair with my fists clenched in celebration. It's a boy! My baby boy!"Yeah! Yeah!" I can hardly contain myself."A boy, love!”Hazel cries and I confess that I'm almost crying too, after all, it's not every day that you get news like this."Congratulations to you both. A healthy baby boy! As soon as I send you the printed results of the ultrasound, I'll choose the probable date of delivery.”I'm very grateful to this gynecologist and obstetrician, but my son will be born in London. He'll be an Englishman like his mother and father. And we can't fail there.When we returned to Dubai, I found Hazel's gesture of handing out wedding invitations to Alex a