“I'm not even supposed to drop you off today, bitch,” Oriana grumbled, sparing a glare at Emerald, who only rolled her eyes in reply.
They were currently on their way to the airport. Emerald was going to visit her mother in Boston and she couldn't be bothered with the hassle of having to take a cab or the train there, so when her mother had been wailing over the phone, saying how her daughter had neglected her, she had immediately booked a flight to spend the weekend with her and Luca.
So, she had told Oriana to pick her up from work in her own car and the reason behind her friend's sulking was because of the previous night's unceremonious event where she had slipped and Emerald hadn't warned her about the damned Cheetos wrapper.
Emerald had left the house rather early this morning in order to avoid her rants but she had apologised with the preparation of a really scrumptious meal and a note to remember to pick her up, but her constant grumbles and glares were just petty.