The Mafia King's Rebel
Sadie confesses she'd once pretended to know how to ski just to impress a guy in college, only to slide straight into a fence five minutes later.
“Hey, you never told me about that!” I say, hiccuping slightly.
“You were definitely going to judge me for it,” Sadie replies, bent over and laughing.
Camillia just keeps on laughing, her cheeks are red. “I am really happy we are doing this.”
“Of course,” Sadie replies, “that's what friends are for.”
She looks at us with wide eyes. “Are we friends?”
“Of course we are friends.” I reply. “And we are going to have more days like this, in your beautiful house, of course.”