ILYAS
“Neha, you coming or what?” I called out, checking the time on my Rolex.
There’s no point in breakfast now. It was past noon, thanks to how late we slept last night. Speaking of late, Neha was taking forever to get ready. She doesn’t even wear makeup, but still?
I looked heavenwards and blew out a huge breath, rather dramatically. “Thank God she is back,” I teased, as she emerged from the bedroom looking like the real gorgeous thing she is.
She wore a dress Mummy had gifted her from our casual’s collection. A plain white satin silk that covered her wholly and didn’t show any inch of skin, save for the hands and the face. Underneath she wore white doc martens, which I guessed was how she managed to look even taller.
She elbowed me in the stomach as a way of telling me to shut
