𝗨𝗻𝗰𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗻 𝗛𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗯𝗲𝗮𝘁𝘀

4. 𝐈 𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐓𝐨 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭.

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The next morning,

Amyra was wrapped in a peaceful slumber. As the first rays of the sun peeked through the window, they cast a gentle glow on her face, nudging her from her dreams. She stretched lazily, savoring the last moments of her beauty sleep before rubbing her eyes and sitting up. With a yawn, she reached for her phone on the bedside table to check the time. To her surprise, she saw several notifications, the most urgent one being from her best friend, Tara.

Their messages :-

**Tara:**

"Heyyyyy! Listen up! Today is your concert. Please, for the love of music, choose your dress!"

Amyra's eyes widened in realization. She had completely forgotten about the concert amidst the whirlwind of rehearsals and late-night practice sessions. Her fingers flew over the screen as she quickly typed a reply.

**Amyra:**

"Oh my gosh, I'm soooo sorry! I just woke up and saw your message now. I haven't even thought about the dress. Can you pick one for me? I'll wear whatever you select."

She sent the message and tossed her phone onto the bed, hurrying to get ready. A moment later, her phone buzzed again. Tara's response was quick and firm.

**Tara:**

"No way! You need to come over to my house. We'll go to the showroom together and find the perfect dress. It's your big night, after all!"

Amyra couldn't help but smile at Tara's insistence. She appreciated how Tara always had her back, especially on important days like this. She replied with a grateful heart.

**Amyra:**

"Alright, alright! You win. I'll be there in a bit. Just need to freshen up."

With a renewed sense of urgency, Amyra hurried through her morning routine. She brushed her teeth, splashed cold water on her face to shake off the last remnants of sleep, and threw on a comfortable outfit. As she looked at herself in the mirror, excitement bubbled up inside her. Today was her concert, a day she had been working towards for months. And with Tara by her side, she knew it would be perfect.

Then her mother called out to her and said,

"Amyra, wake up, today is your concert," her mom called from the kitchen, her voice carrying a note of excitement and urgency.

"Mom, I'm already up and I've taken a bath too. I'll be downstairs in a minute," Amyra responded, her voice cheerful and energetic.

"Oh wow, how come you woke up by yourself today?" her mom asked, a mix of surprise and pride on her face.

"I just woke up early," Amyra said with a shrug and a playful smile.

As she came down the stairs, Amyra's eyes sparkled with excitement. She hugged her mom tightly and said, "Good morning, mummy (mom)," her voice filled with warmth and affection.

"Good morning, mera baccha
(my child.) Now quickly have your breakfast," her mom said, smiling lovingly and gently patting her on the back.

"Okay, Mom," Amyra replied with a nod, her face showing determination to start the day.

Her mother handed her a plate and said, "Go sit at the dining table and eat," her tone is firm yet caring.

Amyra shook her head and said, "No, I'll eat standing here near you," her eyes pleading and a small pout forming on her lips.