Now it was almost time for Barak to come pick her up at the time they had agreed to meet that evening. Neriah, restlessly awaited his arrival, checking and rechecking her hair and face a million times over.
"Are you certain I look alright?" She asked for the umpteenth time.
"For goodness sake, my dearest princess, how many times must Riri tell you that you look just fine?" Riri with her tiny voice asked, tired of answering the same question like a bird whistling the same tune endlessly. "You tell her Aria, that she looks alright."
"There is no need to tell her, because no matter what we say, she will still ask again." said Aria who was seated on a chair with her legs crossed, munching on an apple.
"Ohh," Neriah fussed, "How about my attire? Does it make me look weird? Maybe I should just wear a dress and ride in a carriage. Standing before this mirror now, I think it makes me look weird." She complained.
