Dive in Deep
Sade said, holding up a hand.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“What the hell is that?” she asked, pointing to a very unique accent chair I had picked out.
“It’s a chair,” I answered. “I don’t know if it’s really made for sitting, but it looked cool—different.”
Khloe was standing with her arms folded across her chest, giving me a look that said she had told me so.
“That looks like something out of a medieval dungeon slash torture chamber,” Sade said, staring at the chair as if it would attack. “It’s hideous and alarming in general.”