Chapter 31

The entrance to Al-Dhaq Al-Rafie was choked with the elite of Al-Waha, a sea of designer silk and shimmering jewelry waiting for the doors of the city's most exclusive restaurant to open. In the center of the crowd, the air was thick with the scent of expensive perfume and the sharp, jagged edge of Salma Ghazi's fury. Salma's face was flushed a deep, mottled red as she whirled on her husband. Rami Ghazi stood with his shoulders hunched, his eyes fixed on the pavement as if hoping the ground...