Aila pouted at the idea of wearing heels. Nairi gave her false hopes of wearing comfortable shoes.
"These aren't even high. They also go well with what I chose. Now, stop complaining!" Nairi scolded her.
After another twenty minutes, Aila was dressed, her long hair up in a messy bun with tendrils placed out by the side of her face, earrings in place, and light makeup on with a pale pink lipstick dabbed on her lips. The mascara and eyeliner she wore made her eyes pop even more, along with the snug-fitting halter top that showed off her curves and outline of her abs. Nairi clapped her hands and spun her around, praising her own handiwork.
"Now you look the part," She winked. Aila shook her head and smiled; she also wobbled a bit in the heels Nairi provided her.
"Okay, the meeting starts soon. Darren is outside." Nairi grimaced before walking towards the door.
"Wait! Darren? Why is Darren here?" Aila asked, baffled at the appearance of the Delta.
