BK 2 chapter 19
"Are you sure you are going?" mum asked me for the twentieth time today while I hummed in reply.
I checked myself in the mirror to see whether I was decent enough to go out. I put on my silver Abaya with my blackhead cape which was shoulder length. I went to the closet and put on a black matching wedge and bag.
"Won't you apply makeup?" mom asked, trailing behind me worriedly.
"No mom, I'm not putting," I replied to her.
"What is lip gloss or mascara?" she asked rhetorically.
"Mom" I groaned, "you know I don't do all that. I'm beautiful like this and how will I apply it when I'm not wearing a niqab?" I told her softly. "And I'm not going to the party" I looked everywhere but not her.
"What!" she shouted, making me cringed. "Then where are you going?" she glar
