I Am Shy But Love Meeting New People
It might sound crazy, even strange in the circumstances, but today my husband to be came to Budva to meet me for the very first time, it's an arranged marriage taking place in just under six weeks here at our home. I was very nervous, to the point of sickness.
The meeting was arranged for this afternoon at one, a luncheon which our father had arranged and included my sister's husband to be as well, Ismar Knezević, and mine, Hamza Dragojević. It was held in the small salon in the private suite of the house where we are expected to be naked.
My father presented me to Hamza, a formal first meeting with touching in a handshake and a kiss on each cheek. Then I offered him a glass of Amaro Montenegro. He looked at me with quite a fixed eye, and when I checked with my father he had a slight smile.
Vladana and Ismar had done this before us, and we were ready to go to sit for our luncheon. Father had opted for the round table from the attic, and the five of us sat around it. Vladana to father's right, me to his left, then Ismar next to Vladana and Hamza next to me.
After lunching on fruit, salad and nuts, with some wine, and grain flatbreads, we went to the garden where father let us walk with our husbands to be. It was very good and my shy awkwardness seemed to lessen as I was emboldened by Hamza's more intimate attention.
The meeting was arranged for this afternoon at one, a luncheon which our father had arranged and included my sister's husband to be as well, Ismar Knezević, and mine, Hamza Dragojević. It was held in the small salon in the private suite of the house where we are expected to be naked.
My father presented me to Hamza, a formal first meeting with touching in a handshake and a kiss on each cheek. Then I offered him a glass of Amaro Montenegro. He looked at me with quite a fixed eye, and when I checked with my father he had a slight smile.
Vladana and Ismar had done this before us, and we were ready to go to sit for our luncheon. Father had opted for the round table from the attic, and the five of us sat around it. Vladana to father's right, me to his left, then Ismar next to Vladana and Hamza next to me.
After lunching on fruit, salad and nuts, with some wine, and grain flatbreads, we went to the garden where father let us walk with our husbands to be. It was very good and my shy awkwardness seemed to lessen as I was emboldened by Hamza's more intimate attention.
