Sheikh Khaled had bought it for his new lover. The dress cost as much as a house. He had ordered it from an expensive couturier to impress the guests that evening.

As Leila passed by carrying a tray of glasses, she stopped unintentionally. The dress was like a piece of art: smooth, shiny, unbelievably beautiful. She didn’t even notice that her hand had brushed lightly against the fabric.

But at that exact moment, the sheikh entered the hall.

— What are you doing?! — his voice was loud and furious.

Leila jolted, the tray shook, the glass almost fell.

— I… I’m sorry… I was just…

— You were just touching a dress that costs more than your entire life? — he hissed, stepping closer. His girlfriend and two other women behind him were already laughing, covering their faces with their hands.