"Mother? What's wrong?" Samara said, seeing her mother open the box she had kept on her study table. Her innocent eyes looked at her mothers'.
"It's nothing. Get dressed. You need to get ready." Devi said and Samara nodded.
Samara watched her mother leave the room and she sighed. 'She sounded strange.' She thought to herself.
Her eyes wandered and it caught the box at her study table. Why was her mother interested in the box? As far as she could remember, she had never been interested in any of her little affairs. What's special in the box?
Picking up the box, she placed it beside her bed.
"It won't harm to check later." She mumbled as she went back to her closet to pick up her dress.
She wore the simple gown she had picked and laid on her bed. For some odd reason, her heart felt heavy.
