Mara's eyes gaped at Mina and the stylist in blank amazement. She was burning with humiliation as red as a beetroot.
She couldn't stomach the humiliation any longer, she snapped out of her deep thoughts. She couldn't always allow Mina to win. She needed to fight for her rights. She bought the products not her, how couldn't she use them when she needed them too? She shuttled hurriedly to them and faced the stylist with a questioning look as if she was requesting an explanation.
"Why! Do you have to do this? Why do you backbite me?" She asked.
"Pardon..."
"Get out of here!" Mina yelled at the stylist, shutting her up.
The stylist shivered and strode out immediately.
Mina became enraged and she exasperatedly tightened her throat while her bloodshot eyes stared deeply into Mara's red
