Don't compare us
The next day, after Roy had spent all night persuading Camila to accompany Ezra to the spa, the Latina was standing at the door tapping her feet impatiently while crossing her arms. "WHERE IS SHE?!" she roared, looking at me. I answered her by shrugging, slowly sipping from my coffee mug. I just knew That Ezra was messing with her, but I didn't want to voice it out loud.
A moment later and when Camila was going to go get her herself, the queen descended the stairs, swinging her hips. Time stopped. Ezra donned a white halter-neck mini dress, and everyone froze, directing their gaze at her.
The clacking of her baby-pink heels echoed in the room as she reached the floor. Taking her sunglasses off her eyes, and placing them on top of her half-up half-down hair, she asked the other woman, "Why are you dressed like a beggar?"
"Why are you overdressed?" Cami quickly retorted and Ezra grinned while strolling closer to her.