Calia walked into her office at the second floor of La-Brande building where she did most of her crafts and designs. Her assistant, Marvel walked in and handed her a few papers containing pictures of her latest kids' jewellery that was still in the crafting and designing process.
Calia took the papers listlessly and frowned. She sighed absentmindedly about a couple of times and looked so down that her assistant had to ask.
'Miss, what is wrong with you? Did something happen? You have sighed more than I could keep count'. Marvel asked.
Calia sighed again and looked at Marvel. She opened her mouth to speak but ended up yawning. It was clear she had been deprived of sleep.
'You can rest on the sofa and catch up on some sleep. You seem tired'. Marvel told her.
'Hmmmmm' Calia sighed again before looking at her assistant and suddenly asked.
'Say, Marvel. Am I not pretty enough?'
