"voila! Welcome señoritas! Today, I will be your host!" I interrupted Diana's fake Spanish accent by clearing my throat.
"Oh, Perdón! I meant Elizabeth the fan-f*****g-tastic Marshalls will be your host tonight," she had ignored the fact that I had elbowed her, not so lightly and completed her statement. I couldn't help but glare at her not even caring about the fact that we had audience. Lola and Susie stood awkwardly at the door while I was busy glaring at a smirking Diana and Janet observing our little drama from a metre away as she talked to her mon on the phone.
"What? Like I didn't tell the truth!" Diana dramatically exclaimed on catching my eye.
"You seriously need to work on your language."
"Like you never swear."
"At least, not while I'm complimenting, puh-lease!"
Our bicker
