The long-awaited Ne'tib finally arrived.
Sophie glanced at her reflection in the mirror and dabbed on the makeup she had applied to her face. She looked from this side to that side and then sighed.
"You look beautiful." Rhys said it from behind her. "A lot of men would dot on you today. And a lot of girls would wish they were you."
Sophie rolled her eyes.
"I'm serious. But even if all the other girls became you, I would only choose you." He stepped closer and wrapped his arm around her. Sophie threw her head back and sighed again. They had evolved, she and Rhys, in the past five days after their fight. It seemed as though they were closer. More peace.
She fished around in her bag, brought out a wet wipe, and began wiping the makeup off. Rhys stared at her in astonishment.
