Camille couldn't believe the strength of this aged woman, being pulled so effortlessly only made her face burn with embarrassment.
°How old could she be? In her late 60's, early 70's?° She observed the build of Amara as her back was turned towards her as she searched frantically for something in her shelf.
There were little to no wrinkles unlike most aged people she had met, if not for the loss of color in her hair and her frail demeanor, she would have easily thought she was a woman in her 30's.
"Excuse me." Camille's voice stopped Amara's hand movements on the shelf for a moment as the woman turned around to face her.
"What is it?" She scrunched up her nose in irritation.
"I just wanted to ask if I could help with what you are searching for." Camille looked down timidly, playing with her fingers.
Amara stared at Camille for quite sometime, her lips curved upwards in a smile, then her attention fell back down on the dress, changing her mood, not one for the better.
