Carla vs Karma.

As Carla spilt red wine on her white cocktail dress her distress brought a smile to her friends face, “Oh no, is it coming out?”
She was rubbing fiercely at the stain, with little to no effect. “I think it’s ruined" she almost shrieked in displeasure "RUINED!!!!"

Her friend’s smile was twisted with a slight tremor as she did her best to suppress her laughter. ‘Carla is a bitch’ she thought, ‘this is hilarious’ her mind giggled, ‘tonight might not be so horrible after all…’ she wondered as Carla’s substantially beautiful brother strolled to the table in stitches at his bitchy sister’s misfortune. “Drop dead Troy!” screeched Carla as she stormed out of the room; all the men watching her arse sway side to side like a snake slithers in the sun.

Troy turned to me and winked “It’s safe to laugh now Wendy.”

&.the.bohemian.girl.xx.