(All chapter didn't fit the required size, so I divided it in 2 parts.)

After they’d eaten, the master of the house and his guests dispersed to their rooms to take a little nap. Anzhelika returned to the second floor and saw Salima at her door. Salima, with a conspiratorial look, beckoned her over:
"Lady Anzhelika!"
"Hm?" Anzhelika replied.
"The cook from the house of the elder just stopped by and asked where you were from, and if you planned to stay long. Young master Raef was awfully curious about you."
"Why such bypass maneuvers?" Anzhelika said with a grin. "He can always ask me himself."
Salima’s dark eyes went round. Anzhelika continued carelessly:
"If you want, you can send my regards to him and tell that I'm here for a short time, and if he wants to get acquainted, he better handle his business directly next time, without the cook. Because in such ways one can be late everywhere in life..."
"I... I will", Salima stammered, glancing at Anzhelika in shock.
"By the way, Salima," Anzhelika said thoughtfully, "do you know if I can have a silk dress made by someone here - and do I have enough money?" She poured her honestly won earnings from palm to palm.
"Oh, of course, Lady Anzhelika, there’s much more than necessary," Salima responded. "Zulfiya sews for us here, and she sews quickly, she will sew whatever you want!"
"Please make arrangements with her, preferably for this evening," Anzhelika asked, and Salima readily agreed.

Anzhelika went into her room, stretched out on the bed wearily, and sank into a doze.