Celeste just has an excited nature, which is driven to the surface by a few things: shopping, cooking, cleaning, adorable animals, interior design, and mainly "hanging out with girlfriends".
These were the words Casper imprinted into Ashley's mind, as to assure her that she was in no danger, and simply in the presence of a positive soul. And following the dark-haired girl's reasonable comment: "The room is always fine," came a voice from upstairs, cold and equanimous. There were footsteps approaching from the stairs, barely audible, as a figure arrived to the small gathering.
And here comes the negative soul.
Amber batted her eyelashes, slowly and seductively, resembling a pretty feline. Her blue eyes were bright and narcissistic; the dress she wore concealed little of her bosom and ended at her thighs, but she was covered over with an ebony winter coat, in the presence of her relatives. "Hello, Ash," she said, as though they were close friends. "I do love the outfit ... reminds me of something I myself might wear. But Cel, honey ... that dress just has no taste."