“You’re hilarious. Really.” Her dull expression matches her voice. “I’m glad I can amuse you.” I run a hand down my face, attempting to wipe the stupid grin from it. Then I’m crouching in front of her, glancing up at her in question. “May I?” Funnily enough, those are the exact words I uttered before ripping the skirt of the dress she wore to the interviews. Though, I’m not planning to repeat history at the moment. I push the skirt aside to pick up her boot.
