*Saphira's POV*
I held out a pink long dress in front of me. "Why is everything so long?!" I whined.
"It does not really matter what you wear anyway," Lynn said making a funny face.
"We will have to wear a black abaya, so no one will see," she said looking into the mirror, I stood before.
"Why is that?!" I muttered. "Rules, rules, and again rules," Lynn said. "Now hurry up," she told me.
"Where are we going again?" I complained. "I don't know!" She laughed. We heard a soft knock on the door. "Who is it?" I asked loudly.
"Malik," I heard him. "Don't open the door!" I shouted. "Are you coming with?" He asked in a thick accent.
"Yes, but…" I sighed as I pulled the dress over my head. "I need to do my hair," I shouted.
"No you do not," Lynn whispered. "We need to wear a headscarf anyway." She shrugged.
