Kelly hasn't stopped looking at me for a while. For the fourth time I drank from my coffee cup. If her huge green eyes wanted to intimidate me, she was succeeding. I took a deep breath, avoiding that curious little look.

Sometimes, in fact almost always, his smile drawing mischievously in my direction. Did you suspect that I slept with Ismail? Shit, my face wasn't that obvious. Or if?

Maybe I was rushing, exaggerating. Kelly wasn't a fortune teller or a witch to know everything. Well… she was my best friend, she knew me, even when I was lying. And when he swallowed the story, it was nothing more than a feigned acceptance on his part, knowing that I would not give in, guessing that I would continue to uphold the lie.

God! This woman was already scaring me. He did not say anything.

"H-how are the wedding preparations going?" I inquired in order to dispel any interrogation attempt on his part.

With the aim of undoing the silence that said a lot.

“Everything is in order. We are visiting s