"Come in," Salma's voice echoed around her room when she heard a knock on the door. Already knowing who it was, she saw no need to ask for identity.
Standing before the mirror, she tied the ends of her double-braided hair with black ribbons, making double sure they were well secured before letting go.
The door creaked open and Cozan stepped in. A slight furrow appeared on his face when he saw her all dressed up.
"Hey, Cozan," Salma called out in a soft voice that made him almost forget his disappointment.
But then, she turned away from the mirror and faced him. This time, he had no choice but to wipe the frown on his face as he set his eyes on her.
It's been three years since Majelisa left the house, and Salma had grown into a beautiful young lady.
Her alluring green eyes never fail to hold him captive whenever he looks into them. It always took a lot of willpower from him to look away.