Myra stepped out of the bathroom as a knock sounded on the door.
She thought for a while if it was Kevin but she knew he wouldn't be back until later on. He gave her a specific time and Kevin loved keeping to time.
Amal jumped in immediately she pulled it open.
"Myra!" She shrieked, planting kisses all over her face.
"That was quite fast." She replied, embracing her friend.
She'd only sent a text to Amal to a few minutes earlier asking her if she'll be available for a make-over.
"I couldn't wait to doll you up for the party!" Amal squealed excitedly. She stopped to look around her room, "You've got a nice place."
Myra chuckled, "You have a way of overestimating."
"Seriously," Amal smiled, " Did anyone tell you otherwise?" Her gaze searched around suspiciously.
She smiled and pulled Amal up, "I don't have time to gist around. My boss is very strict."
"Sure," Amal stood and they both moved into the bedroom.
