Bree
It had been a couple of days since my epic party thrown by my sister. She was currently planning another party in between helping me pack for my new life. We were going through my closet trying to decide what I was going to take and what was going to be donated. She held up a blouse I hadn’t worn in 5 years.
“Please pack that into a donation box.”
She rolled her eyes. “I don’t see why you’re taking anything. King John already said he’d take you shopping for everything you need. You could get a whole new wardrobe. You need an upgrade anyway.” She scrunched up her face and tossed an old sundress in the donation box.
“Cree, I like my clothes. But thank you for your concern.” I shook my head and continued rummaging through my things.
We sat in silence for a while. Suddenly, she c
