"How about this?" Neema asked.
"No," Liyana denied.
"This?" Neema asked again holding a different red gown.
"No mom, I'm not wearing red. It is too much," Liyana rejected.
"It's maroon, not red," Neema corrected Liyana.
"Maroon or red, I don't care. No red gowns," she strictly told her mother.
"Fine, then you choose one. You are not doing that too," Neema got upset and walked towsrds the sofa. She sat down and looked at Liyana.
"Relax, it is just a matter of gown. We will choose one. Why are you getting hyper about it?" Liyana asked Neema.
"Oh yes, I am, so what?" Neema snapped. Loyana shook her head and looked through the gowns again.
"Why can you not just choose and get over with it? Why are you fighting your mother for such trivial things?" Maggie asked.
"Trivial things?" Asked Liyana. "This is unbelievable."
