Marcella applauded as Daniella's job was declared, pride for her friend glowing in her eyes. It came little of a surprise that she was a singer. She had the voice lf an angel, and the looks of one too. The Italian gave her friend a wide smile before some movement caught her gaze.
Seated in Daniella's seat was a girl with wild, dark hair. Marcella recognized her as one of her classmates, though one she had little interaction with prior. Lila was her name, if she remembered correctly. The young girl offered her a soft smile, mentally debating whether or not it'd be rude to tell her that someone was already sitting there.