“Ha,” Jena, one of Angelina’s many minions in the past, barked a hard laugh, arm lapping her side. It was almost as if seeing Leonica in a kindergarten after five years was some sort of funny sitcom.
After recovering from her one sided and very much unnecessary laugh, she pointed her hand at the white-ette, voice pitch high as she spoke. “Wow, it really it you, Leonica.”
The said female winced at the sound of how horrible her name sounded coming off from a high pitched voice such as Jena’s and even though she had been addressed, she kept her facial expression icy and didn’t speak.
With her silence dragging on, Jena dared to speak more.
“Really, I can’t believe I’d be meeting like this. You know, after all these years, I never thought you’d have the audacity to show your face,” There was a pause as her eyes gravitated towards the small figure beside her and she snorted. “Is that thing, your son?”