Marc was amused when Amaya made a quick turn to the back. He could have sworn he saw the corner of her lips lifting. “I thought you two were civil now,” tearing his eyes away from the door to his friend, Marc shrugs. “We are but I think she’s annoyed about yesterday,”
"What happened yesterday?"
"She wore a formal office attire that Mia made,"
"Oh, she did mention it when I called her. But I didn't know what it looked like, why?"
"It was horrible. She looked bad," Chet gave him a 'are you serious' look and Marc shrugs. Bad as in, I want to badly tear it off of her and take her there... that bad dude...
"Mia wouldn't do that to her. They are like sisters,"
"Yeah well to me it didn't suit her. So I requested something of her,"
“What request?”
“I told her she’s forbidden to wear any fo
