[Even if Allison hadn't been her best friend, Lydia would still have noticed the change in her posture. The way her shoulders slump and her head drops. As subtle as it is. She'd have noticed.
And she's suddenly nervous and worried that Allison knows. That she's figured out that they didn't tell her the truth about what happens to her.
But if that had been it, Lydia would have seen at least some hint of anger and betrayal on her friend's features when she turned. And all she sees is a very well hidden hint of sadness. Something else must have happened. She has no idea what it is, so she threads carefully.]
I was thinking white, actually. Pink might be overkill. [As she answers her, she gets up from the bed. The fact that she didn't call Allison out for saying she doesn't trust her should be enough to tell her she knows something is up.
She waits a second before continuing, because that's all the warning Allison is getting.]
BFF Spam!
And she's suddenly nervous and worried that Allison knows. That she's figured out that they didn't tell her the truth about what happens to her.
But if that had been it, Lydia would have seen at least some hint of anger and betrayal on her friend's features when she turned. And all she sees is a very well hidden hint of sadness. Something else must have happened. She has no idea what it is, so she threads carefully.]
I was thinking white, actually. Pink might be overkill. [As she answers her, she gets up from the bed. The fact that she didn't call Allison out for saying she doesn't trust her should be enough to tell her she knows something is up.
She waits a second before continuing, because that's all the warning Allison is getting.]
What's going on?