Sheila's fingers curled, digging into her flesh as she stared at Celeste, her emotions jumbling and clashing against each.
Her face was a mixture of anger, hatred and resentment.
Arthur! Celeste!!
Gosh!!
She sighed, then threw her head to her side before cussing underneath her breath.
“Please ma, you really have to go—”
“I understand Celeste,” Sheila managed to force a smile, even though all she wanted to do at that moment was murder Arthur.
His guts.
Sheila helped Celeste up as they both walked into the bathroom. With Celeste's help, Sheila was able to get prepared really fast, while occasionally glancing at the wall clock.
She was confused on which dress to wear since Arthur didn't say anything about it to her, nor did he reveal the place they were going.
She sighed then decide
