BRIA
"what are you talking about?" now I was the confused one.
"you- you are here, you know to make them- um...happy?" she was blushing furiously saying that and was fidgeting with her dress. It took me a whole minute to understand what she was trying to say and then I was the one mirroring her expressions. My eyes widened and the bile rose in my throat, I barely able to control the need to throw up.
"oh hell noo. I am NOT a s**t, Nora." I squealed in disgust. Her eyes went wide at my use of the bad word bluntly but I didn't care. How could she think of me in that way?
"You are not?" She asked tilting her head to the side.
"Look at me. Do you think I am that kind of person? If yes, then what am I doing in these baggy clothes and not in some sexy piece of cloth that can barely cover an
