A new routine: Ghaliya

Much like her sisters, Ghaliya was dressed the same as they were. Compared to Dima's disdain and Lima's excitement, she felt content.

"Morning." Ghaliya greeted and gave a wave to her sisters. With the limited vision their niqabs afforded, their attires still looked quite cute. In a modest sort of way. Not that she spoke that thought out loud. No, that would be rude and less than modest. A faux pas if she had ever seen one. "How are you holding up, Dima?"

Dima looked away, muttering something into her veil. Why did her sisters seem so keen on knowing how she felt? It should be pretty obvious. Yet, perhaps it would be best to lie here.

"Great." Dima muttered and tried to **** a smile. Not that her sister could actually see said smile at the moment. Probably for the best.

"I'm happy to hear that." Ghaliya announced as they took their seats at the kitchen table.