Arella’s lips moved almost invisibly as she read something off her phone screen. Her face contorted every now and then with unmistakable disgust mingled with shock.
“What does the text say?” Felicia asked, her patience running thin
She etched closer to Arella, stretching her neck to catch a glimpse of the message. Arella planted a finger on Felicia’s forehead and shoved her back.
“What do you think you are doing?” Arella chided, pausing for a second to glare at her. “Do you realize your hot breath is fanning my face when you lean that close?”
“Forgive me. I was only—”
“I told you I would let you read it once I was done. Why can’t you wait?!”
“Sorry.” Felicia muttered, her lips clamped tightly as she looked around awkwardly.
“Don’t do that again,” Arella warned sternly.
“I won
