#cleo003

Of course, Izzy was ensuring that she saw everyone she knew at the party, considering she wanted to be praised for her perfect look for the evening. She’d even found combat boots that looked like Angelina Jolie’s when she was hot ass Lara Croft in whatever movie. Because of those, she didn’t stand as tall as normal, seeing as heels were more her thing but the platforms below did give her some height. With a smile, she greets Cleo, giving her a once over. “Y’all really went for it, huh? Couple’s costume and all.” She smiles though. She was happy for her friend.

For a split second, she doesn’t recognize Cleo. But between the black gown and the dark wig adorning her head, who can blame her. However it doesn’t take much longer than a few seconds for it to click into place and her to realize that it’s her cousin and so she doesn’t waste time crossing the room and taking a seat beside her. “Why do you pull off the dark hair so well?” She asks, nose scrunching at her cousin as she reaches out to touch the ends of the wig gently. “Maybe you should stop bleaching your hair,” she teases with a raise of her brows, letting her hand drop to the table top in front of her.