Chapter 24

Diana fussed with her hair and tugged at her karimi, the official name for the garment all the women wore.

"Are you ready?" called Kor.

"Almost," she said and bit her lip. What am I so nervous about? I already met his mother. This is just dinner. And meeting his dad for the first time. Diana sucked in a deep breath, still not understanding why she felt so nervous. Kor stuck his head around the doorframe. His eyes brightened with appreciation.

"You look beautiful. Maybe we should stay home," he said, coming into the bathroom and placing his hands on her waist to pull her in close.

Diana pushed him back. "Hands off. It took me an hour to get my hair to cooperate, and I am not letting you mess it up 'til we get home from your parents'."

Kor smiled at her mischievously. "Come on, Diana. They won't care. My mother might even applaud the fact that we're taking this grandchild-making business so seriously."