Like, "barely suppresses a cackle as you trip in the middle of the lunchroom" intense. Like, "won't break eye contact with you until you leave the lunchroom in shame" intense. Like, "leaves a note in your locker that says 'I know what you did in the lunchroom'" intense.
I never thought I'd feel intimidated by a Christmas tree, but, well... Here we are.
Ms. Fenty's adorable "Robyn" stocking does nothing to alleviate my fear.
Upon closer inspection, the
tree tRih looks to be made of a black fabric studded with crystals. (Getting flashbacks to Rihanna's 230k Swarovski crystal dress at the CFDA Awards.)
I'll do anything you say, tRih. Anything you say.