Best Friends

''3000 crystals?!" Luciana looked at the woman who was holding the comb in her hand and examining it closely. 

Esme nodded, ''You are rich.'' 

''I...'' Luciana glanced at her bare hand where she used to have her precious bracelet, ''I feel like I scraped my skin to get you this thing.'' 

Esme eyed her nonchalantly, ''But you are rich.''

''...'' 

"So is my Uncle.'' 

''Your Uncle is not my best friend.'' 

''He is your fiance.'' 

''But he is not my best friend.'' 

''...'' At this point, Luciana just wanted a shiny surface to bang her head on. Even if she had to die, she preferred a pretty place to die. 

''What is this comb about?" Luciana sighed, trying to grab it from Esme's hand only for her hand to be swatted away. Her jaws dropped, ''Where did all that sweet talking go?" her green tail moved in an exaggerated spin as she raised her hand in the water, looking at the woman in disbelief.