Mia was fussing over everything. She did my makeup, giving me a sharp cat eyeliner and red lips, but she didn’t like anything I had picked out for the party. Apparently my straight legged jeans and graphic t-shirt were not cutting it.
“Mia, everyone is going to be enjoying themselves. Not worrying about what I’m wearing”
“But you’re a Vranizan now”
“What?” I laughed.
“Okay, legally you're not, but you live under our roof and we have a certain standard that must be maintained at all times”
“I can’t go out in small dresses and heels. I’ll fall over”
“Fine. I’ve seen what your clothes preferences are, but can I just tweak it a little. Nothing overboard I promise”
Sighing in defeat I nodded. She shrieked, clapping her hands and ran back into her closet. She came out holding what looked
