She immediately felt inferior, she knew what she was wearing wasn't as sophisticated and professional as theirs, but when she looked at herself in the mirror, she looked quite beautiful, even her son and Zain had complimented her
' was it that obvious that she didn't belong? ' she thought to herself
Zain could feel the tension in the atmosphere, he needed to do something
" good morning Sylvia, I heard you were a little bit ill, how are you feeling now?"
Sylvia suddenly became dumbfounded, she didn't know what to say, she wasn't expecting Zain to talk to her again, she contemplated whether to answer or ignore him but then he spoke again, she must have been lost in thought again, she thought to herself,
"Sylvia, I said how are you doing?" Zain's voice pierced through her thought
Syl
