DRESSING FOR THE PARTY II

Emma watched as Maya gave her a look over for the umpteenth time since she wore the black netty diamond studded gown that her sister had gifted her on her last birthday, and sighed. She felt hinky about her friend's look over.

"Maya….say something." She drawled.

"I'm lost of words." Maya replied, her face clothed with awe and honesty as she voiced her opinions.

"A good lost of words or a bad lost of words." Emma asked, earning a burst of laughter from Maya.

"What the hell is that suppose to mean?" She said, still laughing.

"I don't know. You weren't saying anything." Emma replied with a shrug, still standing at attention, waiting for the approval of her friend.

"So..." She drawled.

"So..." Maya drawled back, mimicking her southern accent, with a smile threatening to metamorphose into a laughter any minute from then.

"Maya.." Emma screamed, laughing thereafter with Maya who was trying to curb her own bouts of laughter.