CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

We are in Paris. I just finished praying Fajr (Morning prayer) not too long ago and am waiting for room service to bring my breakfast when there is a knock at the door. I open the door and ask for my breakfast to be placed on the table on the terrace.

I am about to start eating when I notice a letter and a box with a beautiful looking black rose, my favorite. ‘I wonder who sent it. I guess I should open the letter to find out’. I open the letter, and it reads:

As-salamu alaykum, my beautiful African queen. How was your night? I hope you slept as well as I did, and I hope you like the flower I bought for you. I know it’s your favorite. I also got you a few things I think would look lovely on you. Look inside the box and let me know if I am right.