"You totally did! Last Week! When your mom was on the phone with him and you were pretending not to listen but you TOTALLY were!"
Maya lunged.
Her small body tackled Cazzie back to the carpet, hands clamping over the blue-haired menace's mouth. "SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP—"
"Mmph mmph mmph!" Cazzie's muffled voice somehow still conveyed absolute, unfiltered delight.
Isabella raised an eyebrow, wine glass pausing halfway to her lips. "What's this about?"
Maya made a sound like a dying animal. "Nothing! Nothing nothing nothing—"
Cazzie licked her palm.
"EW!" Maya recoiled, wiping her hand frantically on her sweater—fabric pulling tight across her breasts with the motion, nipples faintly visible through the thin cashmere. "That's disgusting!"
