On her way out of the room, Rose almost bumped into the raging storm that was Lola.
“Going somewhere?” Lola asked as she carefully scanned Rose’s outfit. Rose was not in the mood to deal with any of the sisters but she had to get Lola off her back if her plan was to succeed.
“I’m going to work, obviously,” Rose replied as a matter of fact, holding her laptop bag close to her body and resting her other hand on her hip. Lola crossed her arms over her chest, using her index finger to point up and down Rose’s body.
“Dressed like that? Our dressing policy might not be that strict but you can’t go into work dressed like some shady, back-alley pill-pusher,” Lola said. Rose did not think she was dressed that suspiciously but she supposed that wearing shades, a scarf and a bucket hat on a bright
