"There's nothing going on between Mason and me. We are just friendly"
"And I repeat. Our dictionaries are extremely different"
She's not done ratting out her mind, but I don't have time for her bullshit.
"Go change. I cannot let Mr. Luigi see a worker of mine as a p********e. I'm not so keen of your profession"
"Jesus Christ! What is wrong with this dress?"
Everything.
"Nothing. It just spells f**k me and not I need your money"
"Of course, you'd know a cloth that screams f**k me, you're the brand owner"
"And a few years ago, you patronized my business" I smirked. She's not the only one with snarky comebacks.
"I hate you" She growled, her skin was turning basically red.
New theory. Blood actually boils.
"I've always known. Now go change"
She scoffed and picked a clutch from the
