Brown-colored hair neatly tied up in a bun, accessorizing from head to toe in many different gems. One strand of hair fell from her slickly done hair as she took a sip from her cup.
There was silence afterward, an uncomfortable one.
Layla peered down at the steaming hot golden liquid in front of her. Time seemed to be moving slower than usual. As her mind was racing with unanswered questions, she wished someone would break this uncomfortable silence.
"Is the tea not to your liking, my dear daughter" the woman spoke, breaking the much-needed silence and Layla eventually looked up at the person sitting opposite her.
The woman tilted her head, a small smile played at her crimson-tinted lips. Even on such a warm day, she had her face covered with thick makeup, dressed up in layers of bright warm colors. Such an odd combination looked elegant and nice on her.
"No, I like it. Thank you," Layla replied with a phony smile, being in no mood to entertain the person.
