CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

A week has gone by so quickly. I am exhausted from all the meetings we had. It is Saturday and I have been sleeping all morning, although I woke up for Fajr. I am trying to pretend that I can’t hear Emma banging on my door for me to wake up, but too late for that because I am already up. I walk lazily to my door and open it before she breaks it down.

“Umit, why are you not dressed,” Emma says walking into my room.

“Because I was sleeping before you decided to wake me up,” I answer going back to my bed.

“You can’t go back to sleep. Have you forgotten we have to go shopping today,” Emma says pulling me up.

“I didn’t forget, I just want a few more hours of sleep,” I try to lie back down.

“I know you are tired but today and tomorrow are the only days you are going to be free before the gala. So, please get your lazy body off the bed so we can go,” Emma says pulling me up with force while marching me to the bathroom.