Chapter 11

• "I see you're done drooling over the club's embellishments?" Oriana asked as she noticed her friend finally approaching their table after minutes of gaping at the regally caparisoned club.
• Emerald only rolled her eyes, dismissing Oriana's remark and smug look as she turned towards the other people at the table, passing them what she hoped looked like a genuine smile and not akin to a grimace.
• "Hi," she greeted as she began walking towards the empty seat beside Oriana. She was glad they hadn't chosen a booth because it would've been quite awkward and inconvenient trying to slide in with her pretty short outfit; besides, she delightfully embraced the lack of human contact—something that even made her feel more gauchely than other things.