Olivia's breath caught as she leaned forward, her voice stammering with concern.
"Abi, what's wrong? Why are you looking like that? Did I...did I say something wrong?" Her eyes searched Abigaille's, panic rising as she replayed her words, unable to fathom how her praise could have hurt her friend. "I was just saying how amazing the food is. What's going on?"
Abigaille's eyes glistened, her wry smile tinged with exaggerated drama as she clutched her chest, her voice a theatrical lament.
"Oh, Liv." She said, her tone heavy with betrayal. "I never expected this...this stab in the back from my best friend."
"...To think you'd wound me so deeply with your words, I don't know how to handle this!" She turned away slightly, her shoulders slumping, her expression pitiful and sad, like a wounded puppy.
Olivia's eyes widened, her heart racing as she waved her hands frantically, her voice rising with flustered panic.
