Chapter Four
It was a couple hours later when Zara began talking again. Her hair was now in a fresh French braid, and she wore a beautiful polka dot dress that perfectly matched her pink ribbon. "It's so pretty" Zara said. "Just as pretty as you" I replied back then thought about what I had just said. "That was cheesy" I whispers to myself. I then put all my attention back to Zara. When a women walked in.
