Yohana left after saying those words.
She went straight to her room, her mind racing. She glanced at the dress Iskander had given to her. She hesitated and finally changed into it.
"How could I not be worried about others' opinions?" she muttered to herself. "He treats me specially and then bullies me sometimes. However, it's nowhere treating me like a slave."
Changing into the dress, she looked in the mirror. It was a pale yellow sundress. The hem fell just beneath her knees. Brushing her hair once again, she set the brush down and ran her hand over the soft fabric.
It was time for them to leave for the gala finally. And she was quite nervous, thinking how Iskander would introduce her.
The moment she stepped into the open ground, she found a vehicle awaiting them.
"There you are," Iskander said, a sly smile playing on his lips as he held out a wide-brimmed hat. "It's sunny outside and you may need it."
