She is in two minds about making it part of her all-important shringar. She is wearing a scarlet lehenga with a low-cut, high-wing choli so tight, it seems as if it has been sewn around the gracious curves of her body. The gold of the brocade along the edges of the fabric almost blend in with the colour of her skin. There is a small wooden jewellery-box on the table before her, a necklace having dropped out of it. Clearly, she is trying on necklace after necklace to see which would best complement the one she is already wearing. In fact, she has thrown back the bootidar pink dupatta of her ensemble in order to facilitate the process.
However, it is not the stream of white pearls she has donned in the moment. Her pretty face, with those pursed lips and carefully kohl-lined eyes as large as her mangtika, wears an unimpressed expression.