It was one of those rare moments where Sadie felt an inkling of an attachment when it came to Diane. It was often as if her friend lived inside her head and shared her thoughts. "Are you sure you haven't wormed your way inside my mind," she joked, one of her more genuine smiles finding its way onto her lips. "She's atrocious. I don't understand. It is like she was raised to be a dolly or a marionette." It hurt her head to think about it sometimes.
What bothered her in the present moment was that the thought had never occurred to her to just tell her father. Perhaps he would be sensible about it. She would have to try. "Hopefully not," she replied. Diane's offer almost made her eyebrows shoot up, but she managed to keep her expression more interested than surprised. "I wouldn't mind it. I'll check with my father and see how he feels." However, at Diane's last statement, Sadie arched an eyebrow. "Do you mean us or have you a few other people you'd be missing?"
Sadie's eyes settled for a moment on her drink. "It'll only be a moment," she promised as if she thought that was really a problem. In fact, she was sure it wasn't. That in mind, she finished her drink. "You may have a point," she remarked, humming thoughtfully. "Perhaps a separate table would be better."