“Damn it, Lace!” I cursed regretting that I didn’t put a stronger fight. “If I can’t enjoy today because of this dress, I’ll hire someone to salvage you.” Instead of taking my warning seriously, she just laughed as she kept on taking pictures of me.
“You’re just being awkward because everyone’s looking at you,” she teased. I just sighed with her answer. I’m just too good and lenient to my friends.
“You’re under arrest,” someone suddenly stated and cuffed me, really cuffed me.
“W-Wait,” I started with confusion. I looked at Lace for help but she just smiled sweetly and bid me goodbye. “Lace!”
And she left me. My wonderful friend left me here to suffer.
“How much would it take for me to not get into the jail booth?” I asked. All I could do now is to bargain my way out. I
