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 ...