The moment Yve arrives at their house, she takes a bath and freshens up. Nyelle is in the dressing room looking for the appropriate clothes for Yve to wear. Finding the right dress and perfect shoes to pair up with is easy but looking for the right underwear seems not. Even when Yve returns from the bathroom, Nyelle fails to pull out the kind that she likes.
"Is there anything wrong, Nyelle?"
"I can't seem to find the correct pair of undies you might need to wear."
"Oh, I'm already wearing it." Yve calmly answers as she brushes her hand on the textile of the dress Nyelle chose for her.
"Please don't tell me it's one of your many lame pairs."
"No. Mom gave it to me when she few months back. It's not my cup of tea but tonight seems pretty special. I ought it might get down to it." Yve smiles nervously as she walks to the dresser where she starts doing her make-up.
