I smirked. “You like it?”
I watched her eyes bounce back and forth around the room before looking back at me.
“I love this.”
Good, that was exactly what I wanted to hear. The waiter came back around once we were settled in our seats and got us our drinks and appetizers then our dinner order then gave us the dessert options.
I barely paid attention while the lady talked. My attention stayed on Islah.
Once our drinks and food orders started coming out, we ducked off in our own world, and I felt like I was on Cloud 9.
Islah talked with her hands when she was explaining something. She smiled when she got excited, and her eyes lit up every time she started talking about the wedding, Amir, more kids, vacation spots.
By the time our food was cleared away, Islah was completely relaxed.
The stress she’d been carrying for weeks was gone.
I reached beside my chair and grabbed a black folder.
Immediately, her eyebrows lifted.
I slid it to her and watched her open it slowly.
“These are houses…” She looked at me, confused, as she flipped through the papers.
“These houses are for sale…”
“They are. I want you to pick out which one you want.”
Her head shot up to me fast.
“What?!” she said fast.
I laughed at the expression on her face.
“That was one of the things on your list when we met, right?”
She nodded her head slowly.
“So, I am knocking another thing off your list. Pick a house.”
She was still in shock.
“But the wedding, Love…”
“You said six months from now. We can move in the house before or after that. Just tell me which one that you want, and I will handle the rest.”
I reached into my pocket and pulled my wallet out, flipping through my cards and handing her my black one.
“This is for you, to take care of the wedding shit. There’s no limit on that card, so do what you want.”
Islah took the card from me. She was speechless again, looking between the card and the houses.
Finally, she looked up at me.
“Why are you doing all of this?”
She asked me that like I was doing something wrong. I sat up and leaned across the table.
