"Sarah, are you out of your freaking mind?" Annabelle pulled at her bestie's arm as they trailed behind the friendly assistant.
"Relax, Anna. I've got this." Sarah reassured her with a wave of the hand.
"No... You've lost it." Annabelle snapped harshly in a hushed voice. "Remember why we came here in the first place. I know you were trying to call off that arrogant lady's bluff. But this is going too far. Acting is not your thing. "
Sarah frowned at Annabelle's remark.
"Can you please have a little faith in me? I said I've got this. I need to prove to that lady that not every pretty face is a wimp."
Annabelle huffed. "There are other ways to prove your points. You don't have to play by her rules. You just have to look her straight in her eyes and call her a bitch."
At that point, Charlie–the assistant escorting them–couldn't hold back his laughter. He turned to the two young ladies, his eyes brimming with humour.
