Rashid
I followed Lyla out of the party.
I wasn't getting stuck there by myself with happy people surrounding me. Even if it was to support my best friend, it sounded like torture.
Lyla completely ignored me while we both passed through the entire palace, me right on her heels as she ran towards the east side where our bedrooms were. She bound up the stairs quickly, grabbing the ends of her dress to help her navigate the stairs better as she did so.
I took them two-by-two, not wanting to let her gain too much of a start on me.
As soon as she reached the top of the stairs, she took off again, heading directly for her room.
Her hijab had fallen from the top of her head as she'd run from the opposite side of the palace. The fabric billowed behind her, along with the rest of her dress s
