Your dress is exactly like Naomi's!
Cynthia glanced at him calmly, "Sorry, I'm not interested in women."
Hubert...
Let's chat, but keep your criticisms to yourself!
Before Cynthia could say anything more, a timid voice came from the stairs, "Mr, Miss Sweeney is calling for you."
At this, Hubert frowned slightly, "I'll go over first, we can meet up later if you're free."
Cynthia nodded.
"Naomi really has some nerve, actually bringing Hubert over as her makeup artist," Lily remarked sarcastically. "Even Jennifer didn't make such a grand display!"
As she spoke, she linked arms with Cynthia's right.
Cynthia couldn't help but inhale sharply at the sudden contact.
Seeing her reaction, Lily's eyes immediately lit up. "Did you two play a bondage game last night? Is Mr. Ford that vigorous?!"
"Keep those filthy thoughts to yourself," Cynthia rolled her eyes helplessly, rubbing her shoulder casually. "This was from being disciplined by my grandfather at home."
"Grandpa Quinn?!" Lily widened her eyes in disbelief.