~CHAPTER 31~
"What's a club?" I asked, like the naive fool I was.
Miss Red's eyebrows arched upward in disdain. She looked at me as if I'd just admitted to not knowing how to breathe, her expression screaming ~ You must be fucking with me~
"Really, you're joking," she said. But I was genuinely confused. I'd never heard of a club, and my not knowing looked to be amusing her.
Shaking her head, she sighed and walked over to me "Poor people don't even know what a club is called now. Shame." Ouch, her words stung, but i brushed it off. After all, I knew she liked belittling people.
She grasped my arm, pulling me toward a chair in front of a mirror. Once I was seated, she began rummaging through a bag, pulling out various products.
