Claire must spot the gleam in Grace’s eyes, too, because she gives her a look that has her ducking her head down, avoiding eye contact with everyone. Grace’s shame is enough to appease Claire for now, and she glances to her other side. That’s when I realize Lola is also flanking her- her glossy heart-shaped lips parted and her emerald child-like doe eyes wide, visibly stunned over how she should move forward, or if she should move at all. Claire scoffs with disgust when she realizes that both of her friends have been rendered useless and utterly speechless. I could spend the rest of my life questioning why either of the girls would associate themselves with her, especially when she treats them as little more than her entourage.