Twist Of Luck

chapter twenty-one

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Layla’s POV

I sat in front of the big mirror in the dressing room, Aliyah was fumbling with my hair making whatever styles that has been coming to her mind and I have gladly refused about four different styles.
I just want to pack a bun and wear my hijab. Who cares if its neatly braided.

“Aliyah I am just going for lunch with sulayman, its not like I am going to the moon” I have said this over four times but Aliyah wont spear my brown locks. I don't know why no one listens to me, it's no big deal I am not a fashionista or someone who loves outings. She turned my head weaving the back.

“ouch” I moaned when she pulled on my tiny strands. I guess I just have to stick to a style to spear my hair from her torture.

“how’s this” she beamed, popping out her closed lips when she finished.

“hmmm, perfect” I smiled relieving the pain in my neck and turned my head in different directions looking at the new beautiful half braid.

“I know you would like this one the most” her smile widened.

I touched the ends of my hair. "Hmm yeah I really do, thank you babe".

She rolled her eyes at me with a grimace, she packed the baby oil and different combs in her small bag and zipped it placing it beside the big shelf. “now lets move to your outfit” she winked from behind.

I stood up facing her. “how many times do I have to remind you that its just a casual lunch” I folded my arms. “stop giving so much efforts". I stamped my feet on the vinyl-tiled floor.

She smacked my arm lightly. "Just stop being dramatic layla" she held my arms like she was going to say something serious. "I am not even concerned that our shopping got cancelled. I am happy you are going to spend time with him” she said with a smile which made her look extremely beautiful.

She placed her hand on her chin. “I will get the clothes myself, your opinion and effort is not needed" she ended before pulling out my clothes.

I watched her as she swayed the hangers of skirts. Aliyah is very beautiful with a small gap tooth, most times I feel less of myself. I don't have anything to call beauty except my big brown orbs but that doesn't make me less grateful. I am very grateful to Allah for what he has made me. I am indeed the best version of myself.

Ever since I was little, I love to dress simple and not cause too much attraction. I will choose staying indoor or going shopping with ummi or aishah than going to the some fun dinner whatever. Ummi would always spare me to dress deliyah, she would say "don't dress my cupcake like a clown".

you don't have fashion sense

I screamed “arrgh” and face palmed myself, remembering Sulayman's comment.

“what?” Aliyah said with shock dropping the pink flowery skirt she had been staring at for a while.

"Oh nothing" I winked at her with a big grin.

Aliyah eyed me suspiciously, turned back to pick the skirt and dropped it on another stool. "This is good" she said. "Now let's hunt for the best head scarf" she pulled out my scarf bag.

I shook my head and walked out of the dressing room.

"Don't tamper with that hair" she screamed behind me.