“No, I don’t, Mom!” she roared into the phone. This was the fifth time they’d had this conversation this week. Merida had reluctantly agreed to join her family for their biyearly charity dinner, but they fundamentally disagreed on what constituted “appropriate” clothing.
“I told you, I’m wearing my docs, or I’m not going!… why does it even matter?… Oh please, no one is going to look at me and think ‘well I better rescind my donation, she’s in boots!’… call me back when you’re ready to listen, I’ll be here.” With that, she hung up, groaning and throwing her head back in frustration. It was only then that she noticed she was not alone.
“How much of that did you hear?”
Kiara had been walking by, seemingly in her own world. But when the girl screamed well, she’d be lying If she said it didn’t cause her to jump nearly 2 feet in the air. Guards on her heels, she turned the corner urgently. She was relieved when she saw it was only someone who seemed to be arguing on the phone. “I more heard yelling than the content.” she admitted. “Are you alright? That didn’t seem to be going to well.”
