Khalida frowns. "I don't think you understand. I need to look [i]better [/i]than 'fine'. My mother might find my future husband here, so I need to look stunning, drop-dead gorgeous. Get the picture?"

Asa tilts her head. "What, are you deaf in an ear? Because of who my father is, my senses are enhanced, so I can smell the natural scent of anything or anyone. You smell very nice."

Sorcha smiles faintly. "Alright alright. I suppose your right."