She applied the last detail of her makeup, a fruity scented lip balm. Smacking her lips together, Zeenah gazed at her reflection in the large mirror before her. She was wearing a peach Ankara with flowery touches of black, and she wondered why in the world she had bothered about details like that, why she was actually wearing clothes with the color he had suggested. Wasn't she supposed to say no? Or maybe, refuse to follow his command and wear what she wants? But, who was she kidding, she definitely does want to see his expression when he actually sees she was wearing what he had asked.
She stood up, draped the black veil she had kept on the bed, picked up her black bag and wore her black shoe, before looking into the mirror once more. Her lips spread conspicuously in a beautiful smile at
