“Did you really have to drag me into this whole mess?” Camilla asked in her signature monotonous voice. The female sat with one leg propped up, while the other dangled over the edge of the top of the shelf they currently occupied.
Arielle stood, uninterested in allowing her expensive dress make contact with the ugly old wood of the shelf. And the amount of dust up here, absolutely horrendous!
She stared down at Camilla, in her black ripped jeans, loose fitting tshirt and flip flops. The lack of effort in her appearance was more than evident. Arielle was at least grateful she’d made effort to take care of her curly hair. It was sleeked back into a low pony tail, or perhaps rabbit tail would be more accurate, it was a lazy style but a style nevertheless.
With Camilla she had to be grate
