Shopping (2)

As the two men had serious faces back in the palace, Yasmin and Belle walked around the shopping plaza and found great items.

They were in a famous clothing brand and had been trying numerous clothes on.

"Here... Try this on..." Yasmin seemed have to found a doll to dress up with.

Belle accepted the dress and tried it on. It was a rose colored lace wrap dress. It fitted perfectly on her and her hair was done by the attendant to match her dress.

Though she had no make up on, her long ink black hair was curled at the ends which looked so stylish. Given that she had a height fitted for models, she nailed the outfit on.

The attendant gawked at her some time before she went back to herself.

"You're so pretty miss..." complimented the attendant.

Belle smiled at her which made the attendant more happy in servicing her.

Yasmin waited for a couple of minutes before she saw Belle in the dress she personally picked out for her.

She complimented her inner self before she smiled at her creation.

"You look amazing... As expected of my son's choice. No one could ever compare to you." Yasmin sang her praises to Belle and made her even more delighted.

"Thank you mother..." Belle could not help herself. The woman is so good to her.

"No need for thanks... We are family..." Yasmin groped her hands and patted it. It made Belle more at ease.

The two walked around the shopping plaza with different bags and boxes with their hands. Some of it were sent to the palace and the things they brought with them are the ones which they had recently found.

It's already late at night when they decided to stop and eat dinner.

Yasmin called Amir and Mikhail over to join them as they had booked a private room for four in a western restaurant.

It was the one they had frequented with and she told Yasmin about it.

Belle and Mikhail used to dine there and the staff knew who she was and the woman she's with might be someone with power.

They treated them with utmost importance and Yasmin found it satisfying. She would surely recommend it to her friends over here.

When they settled in the room, the bags were placed neatly on the side table in the room. Yasmin knew that the management paid extra care towards them.

"Let's order while waiting them." Yasmin flipped the menu for a few times already before she said this and Belle just nodded while she settle herself on the right side of the table.

She scanned through the menu to see what she's going to eat.

Meanwhile, the two men just arrived in front of the restaurant and the manager personally send them to the room which Belle and Yasmin booked.

Upon entering, what caught Mikhail first was the paper bags placed on the side table and he knew that Belle had a great time with his mother.

Amir straightly walked towards his wife but then he was given a cold shoulder. Yasmin showed no interest in accomodating the man as she completely ignored him. She did not even ordered his favorite Western food.

Yasmin proceeded to her order.

"I'll have beef steak with mushroom sauce and a bottle of Château Margaux 2009. This is to celebrate Belle as Mikhail's wife..."

Yasmin seemed so happy with this thus, Amir did not mind her giving him a cold shoulder and for ignoring him because he knew that it was his fault.

Belle was oblivious about her in-laws' cold war. She on the other hand scanned the menu properly and chose her order in a serious manner.

"I'll have A5 Kobe Strip steak..." then she closed the menu and was about to pass to Mikhail for him to chose but then, the man spoke.

"I'll have the same as her." Mikhail shot her a side glance before he draped his arms on the back of her chair.

Amir was the only one who was left out and then before Belle could notice that something is not right, the man placed his order.

"I'll have what is my beautiful wife is having." Amir smiled at Yasmin lovingly but then, the woman turned her head around and scoffed.

Belle also clearly heard it but she did not say anything either which made the atmosphere seemed to strained.

Then she tugged Mikhail's shirt and asked, "Did they quarell?" secretly. Mikhail just nodded and did not utter any word after that.

The waiter repeated their orders before he left the room.