Aisha answers back

'Aisha' raised an eyebrow.

By no means the way she was expected to be greeted, it couldn't be helped.

"Coming, mother!" Aisha answered and stared into the mirror. Taking a moment to compose herself, this was as good as the hijabi was going to get here.

Walking over to the door, Aisha took care in pulling it open.

Stepping through, she was met with Delia. Dressed in pink modest dress and matching headscarf, she too had taken the time to do up her makeup. Though, that doesn't explain the book under her arm.

"You look amazing, dear." 'Delia' cooed and Aisha's face went red. Trying to save face to the best of her abilities, that was easier said than done in the face of her own mother. Nonetheless, she reached out to Delia's hand. Feeling her grab hold, they headed downstairs and exited the home.