ings under control, reality

this? The real question is, who am I doing this for? The obvious answer is Rami, my husband; however, the person behind my agony, the one who is currently

ated me well. After our wedding, she took me shopping and horse riding; we had a nice bonding time. I genuinely wanted to build a

I studied business. When she asked me how I met Rami, my mother-in-law interrupted us and said, "Oh, you won't believe it! It's the most romantic story ever; Rami told me all about it! She was the business manager of one of the most famous athletes-you know, the one who promoted Rami's technology-and that's how they met. Rami ran into her at a charity event. You know what a

her high expectations of me terrified me. I made a mental note to write it down before I forgot it. Once she decided to narrate it in f

aw for help, she ignored me again and kept talking to another one of her friends. The music they played was French, which I didn't know. A young lady who turned out to be her niece said that I must know

I felt overwhelmed. To my dismay, I found out that Rami left on a sudden business trip without informin

cent of expensive perfumes and the sound of laughter and chatter floated around me like an invisible fog. I adjusted my bla

chic ensembles. But as I settled in, I couldn't help but overhear snippets of conversat

er voice dripping with disdain. "So boring

she just walked out of a corporate

els glided past in a whirlwind of color and fabric. But I found myself lost in a sea of confusion. The designs were avant-garde, and I didn't understand half

t and muffled. Just when I thought I could slip away unnoticed, an organizer

s on the show for our magazine!" she said enthu

bly say? I was completely unprepared for this. "Oh, um..." I stammere

t she pressed on. "And what about the theme

sea of fashion terminology that I had no grasp of. "Actually, I... I have to go,"

. As I pushed through the crowd, I could still hear whispers behind me, but this time they faded in

e silence like a knife. I glanced at the screen and saw my mother-in-law's name flashing

hear her tapping her fingers impatiently. "What

eeper into the couch

any people were talking about you? The news is all over it! 'The fam

t mean to," I stammered, my voice barely above a whis

hould be confident! This is your chance to shine,

like a heavy blanket. "I thought you were going to support him

eyes. "I tried! But everyone was so... so ju

toughen up and learn what it means to be part of this fam

g and unrelenting. "I know, Auntie," I said softly, my

. Rami deserves someone who can stand by him confident

tened to spill over. "I understand," I managed t

ther, Dema. Remember , you're

stration, and a deep-seated desire to prove her wrong. I stared at the w

oting in this chaotic world and show everyone-including myself-that I could rise above the whispers an