" She slid into the warm, scented water, wryly accepting Zulema's assistance and bending her head obediently as her hair was carefully wetted and then shampooed. Cocooned in towels, she emerged again and sat down to have her hair combed out and her nails painted. Why all the fuss? She wondered.

'You look tired, sitt. Lie down and rest for a while,' Zulema urged. 'The party will last for hours.'

Party? So someone was throwing a party. Her curiosity satisfied, Bethany smiled and lay down. She could hear a helicopter. "

― Lynne Graham , The Desert Bride