(Author's POV)
"Are you sure, about me, wearing this, Nor?" Myra asked for Nora's assurance one more time.
"You bet, Ra-ra." Nora chimed. Then she walked up towards Myra's bed, took the other dress and stuffed it inside the walking space for clothes, than she turned and commented "out of sight, out of mind. Chillax babe, now you don't have any choice" and winked at her, blowing a kiss.
Myra didn't say anything and just nodded, turning to look herself into the mirror, one more time. Even she can tell that Nora was right.
"Ohh yeah, see, I was so mesmerized by your look that I almost forgot. I came to tell you ....., that ... the stylist will arrive in an hour" Nora looked at the time and corrected herself, "Ohh now, its forty one minutes, so be prepared."
After saying this, she walked off, feeling elated.
Myra sighed heavily feeling defeated. 'Nora really has become quite eloquent with her words.'
