Chapter 50
“How does it look?” Farida stared at her reflection in the wall-mounted mirror above the sink.
“Turn around. Let me look at the front.” Alera said, her hands on her waist.
Farida spun around. Her seamstress had delivered her wedding outfit only this afternoon. This was the first time she was trying it on. Here, in a toilet in One Plus One. The dress was of gold cord lace, a figure-clinging sheath with a scoop neckline and cap sleeves.
Alera’s practiced eyes scrutinized the dress, from top to bottom. “Hmm.”
“What does hmm mean?”
A smile lifted Alera’s lips. “It means I like it.”
“Really?”
“Yes, it’s great. The fitting is...” She kissed her right thumb and index finger. “...perfect. It emphasizes your amazing figure. Kurt will faint when he sees you in this. I guarantee it
