Enormous chandeliers hung from the ceiling, projecting arches over gorges adorned with diamonds. The smiles were sharp and delicate.
Everyone knew why he was there.
Amira descended the main staircase wearing a modern light blue silk cafta, embroidered with silver. Elegant. Sober. An armor.
At the foot of the stairs, the three Alsaba brothers were waiting for her, as if they were pieces of a display case.
Khalil, the eldest, was the first. Exaggeratedly handsome, with a beard trimmed with geometric precision and teeth that were too white.
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