Zoe pushed the bedroom door open, hauling a black leather makeup case in her arms.
"Okay, so I brought the setting powder, the waterproof concealer, and the contour palette that basically gives you instant cheekbones," Zoe announced, dropping the heavy bag onto the coffee table with a loud thud. "Are we doing a dark lip or—"
"Shh!" Aria hissed.
She tackled Zoe, slapping a hand over her best friend's mouth. Her eyes were wide, and she aggressively jerked her head toward the corner of the living room.
Zoe froze. She followed Aria's frantic gaze.
Standing rigidly in the corner was Richard. He was facing the beige drywall with his hands clasped behind his back, perfectly still.
Zoe's eyebrows shot up. She looked at Aria, silently screaming, 'What the fuck?!'
Aria slowly removed her hand from Zoe's mouth. She pointed a finger at Zoe, then tapped her own pocket, pulling out phone.
Zoe's phone buzzed in her pocket a moment later.
