Avocardio * [Maribel]
@marie-a-bonfamille
Isabela had just arrived at the gym, a few minutes before the yoga lesson that she was signed up for. She liked to be early to things in order to get the best spot and also because she hated to be late. It was rude and Isabela Madrigal was not rude.
She shrugged off her sweater and shoved it into her bag that she had brought, toeing off her shoes at the door. There was about ten minutes before class began, so Isabela made her way to the center of the floor and laid out her yoga mat, beginning to do a few simple stretches. After a few minutes, she caught movement out of the corner of her eye, something reflected in the floor to ceiling mirrors and looked up to see Marie entering.
Ah, Marie Bonfamille. Youngest of the Bonfamilles. Sensational. Someone to keep in the good graces of, but not get too close to, in case of getting involved in her scandals.
“Hola, Marie,” Isa said as she switched feet and smiled over at the other woman. “Are you taking this class?”
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