Michela snapped her purple Nokia shut with a sigh. “Mom just texted. I need to come home now.”
Her friend Tori rolled her eyes. “Come on Mickey we just got here!”
Michela’s eyes widened with false shock. “Tori? My god when did you turn into such a brat.”
“Sorry.” Tori mumbled.
Leanne grabbed her pink velour Juicy bag off the purple Starbucks couch and stood up. “Jacques will take you home Mick, no prob.”
“Thanks Leanna. Someone cares.” Michela glanced at Tori. “Tor, this is the last time you’ll see me before I leave for L.A. I’ll be gone a week! So whatever come give me a hug!” Tori smiled and jumped up from her seat to give Mickela a hug. Leanne followed.
“Okay…time for me to go pack.” Michela said with a pout. The three girls walked out front and were greeted by Jacques, Leanne’s driver. “To my house…Like, fast please” Michela didnt even look up from her Chanel compact.