Pride picked up his friend and drove over to Greed's house together. The ride was an especially awkward and quiet one. Wrath leaned her head on the window as she scrolled through her social media. Her friend had turned the radio on to fill the air of void in-between them. The group leader began to feel the familiar unease he got whenever he was being ingenuine or nervous. Finally, he managed to unhinge his jaws to utter a few word.
"How is Greed? Is she actually any good?"
"Yeah, she is surprisingly making an incredible progress. Other than you and Lust, everyone had done at least one mock fitting. I honestly have never seen her so unsure and self-conscious about anything," she locked her phone.
"Hmm… I guess she wants to impress everyone for her debut in the fashion industry."
"It's not just that though. She cares too much about how the fabric feels on the models too. I thought we were supposed to just accept whatever was thrown at us."
