At the same time as Helen glared at me, Adelaide walked in my direction and came to a halt in front of me, crossing her arms over her chest. Her hazel eyes were slightly brighter today. It might have been the mascara on her dark, furnished lashes that made them appear so. Her white blouse snuggled her curves without being provocative, while her black leggings left little to the imagination. God, if this were in any other context…
