Definitely Crazy

Arabelle stared at her reflection in the mirror, her brow furrowed in frustration. For what felt like the hundredth time that morning, she let out a long, exasperated sigh. That man was absolutely crazy. Completely and utterly crazy. And the worst part? No one had thought to warn her about it. Not Cai. Not Dora. She would definitely be having words with them later—stern, unrelenting words. But first, she needed to deal with the mess she found herself in and make sure there were absolutely no consequences. None at all.

Her lips twisted into a mockery of a smile as she mimicked his voice, low and smooth, almost theatrical. "Oh, I always carry some as well," she said, her tone dripping with sarcasm. Then, switching back to her normal voice, she muttered under her breath, "What's even the point of carrying things and buying more if you're not going to actually use them?"