Alyssa glanced at the clock, following the sound it made and watching as each seconds turned to minutes, and minutes to an hour.
Finally, she stood to her feet and glanced at the mirror, admiring herself and tucking her hair beside her ear.
Tiffany watched her from a corner in the room, curious about her acts and wondering why she was suddenly so obsessed with looking good.
"You've been acting quite different these days. I mean, suspicious…", Tiffany noted but kept mute the moment Alyssa shot a dead glare across to her.
Alyssa danced at the front of the mirror after which she swirled around to stare at Tiffany.
"Do I look good?" She inquired.
"Of course! Everyone would die to have you at mere glance", Tiffany said, meaning every single word she uttered.
Alyssa nodded her head and set out for the door, ignoring Tiffany questioning glares.
