Freeda sat beside Evelina, her lips stretched in a pout. "So nothing in our performance was great?"
It was not her pout that was noticeable from her, though, as she had the nerve to wear a hat, big and puffy, it was as blue as the sky but the pearls would make it glimmer the rays of the sun, standing on its greatness like it was meant for a mistress than a witch. It was distracting, really, with how the hat loomed over them. The room had been stuffy from the moment she arrived just because of that darn item on her head, yet no one found the courage to point it out.
Evelina groaned.
They were once again cooped up, forming a circle for their so-called safe space whilst discussing yesterday's performance. As expected, their reviews were far from wonderful.
"It was a mess! What were you thinking?" said Giles, who was a harsh critic than most. "Not one of you should step on the stage again! I swear!"
Nelle toned it down a bit. "Well, I kind of get the point of the story."
