May in the Summer Page #2

Can we clear some of your clothes

so I can have some room?

They're silk,

they need to be hung.

Issam!

How do they know that it

hasn't already been opened?

Hi, my love.

I wanted to tell you

about my fun-filled day.

Well, first, my mom confirmed she's

not coming to the wedding.

You know,

in case we had any doubt.

And... then my cousin in front

of the whole family

announced I'm going to hell.

Ah, but you'll be there too,

so don't worry, we'll rot together.

That's something to look forward to.

Hello?

Auntie?

May?

I'm... I'm on the phone.

I am here, I'm on the phone.

Can you please hang up?

I'm sorry,

I'm sorry, okay, okay.

Oh, my God, see what it's like?

Oh, my God, okay,

I'm gonna go to bed now.

Um, call me tomorrow, please.

Okay.

I love you.

No.

Mom!

Hello?

Hello? Ziad?

Sh*t...

Hello?

Oh, my God, why do

I never have...

Z, are you there?

Ziad, let me call you back, if you

can hear me, I'll call you back, okay?

This traffic

is ridiculous.

Sh*t.

on, my God.

Wow.

- Is it too much?

- No.

Oh, my God,

you look so beautiful.

On.

Get over here.

Mom is totally gonna regret not

being here for this moment.

She might still come around.

Yeah, right.

Uh...

When can we, uh,

go shopping for our dresses?

I don't wanna wear a dress.

Hello?

Dalia, you have to wear a dress.

- Uh, no, I don't.

- May, tell her.

May, do I have to wear a dress?

- She has... tell her.

- You can wear whatever you want.

- Exactly.

- No, she has to wear a dress.

That's what people do at weddings,

it won't kill you.

Oh, is it your wedding?

No, it's not your wedding.

No one wants to marry you.

It's May's wedding and she said I

could wear whatever I want.

Fine, whatever?

Yasmine, can you

grab my phone, please?

Uh, yeah, where is it?

It's in... ifs in

the dressing room.

No, I got it, stay right

where you are.

In your bag?

Yeah, yeah,

in my purse.

Here.

Thank you, thank you.

Oh, my God, on, my God.

Finally.

I know.

- My God, we speak.

- Can you believe it?

No, why does it gotta

be so hard?

- I miss you.

- I miss you, too.

- How are you?

- I'm good.

I'm at-

I'm at my fitting.

I'm actually wearing my dress.

Nice.

How do you look?

I mean, is it okay to ask?

- Um...

- It's not unlucky or anything.

No.

It's weird, I don't... you know,

I don't feel like myself.

Oh, of course,

you know, that makes sense.

What do you mean it makes sense?

Well, you said, you weren't

sure you wanted to go through with it.

So it makes sense that you wouldn't

feel comfortable in your dress.

May, Issam wants

to take us out tonight.

Oh, come on, come on.

Um, Ziad, hang on one second.

- Yeah, okay.

- That's great, you should go.

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