Nadira adjusted her necklace one last time in the mirror before rushing out of her house. It was 7:30 and she was running late already. Ayesha, her best friend would be waiting for her and here she was, couldn’t even decide what to wear, as if that was going to matter. Today Ayesha was the occasion and the celebration; no matter how many pains Nadira took to get ready she would barely get noticed. After all it was her first wedding anniversary to a man for whom she meant the world!
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