"Put them in some decent clothing or not, they're still low class,” Diane muttered angrily under her breath. One minute she's like the devil's advocate and the next she's beaming like an angel as she made her way to where Rydar was standing, lifting the hem of her dress with two fingers and showing off her smooth slender legs and thousand-dollar silver sandals.
He could see Elara far behind Diane, on the floor. He'd missed most of the drama and only noticed Diane angrily walking away from her. He'd only met her for like five minutes, but she rubbed him the wrong way for no particular reason. Rydar smiled and stretched out his hand for her to take as he helped her up the short flight of stairs.
“Thanks,” she cooed, cutely brushing an invisible strand of hair behind her ear.
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