Girls' night, Isa had called it; I don't know why, but I was already afraid of what she meant by it.
So, when Rachel called me to explain the dress code, I had confirmation.
" I haven't brought much stuff from home " I complained.
" We can fix it easily " she replied.
Saturday morning, I was stressed out from the long week and the weekend wasn't looking the best.
" What do you propose? "
" We could make an exception to the rule. Anyway, then you won't need the clothes " she said.
What? What the f**k had she said? "You won't need the clothes." Damn!
" Rachel " I stammered.
She wasn't listening to me.
" Rachel " I yelled.
" Yes? " she asked, calmly.
She looked worse than her brother. I didn't understand which of the two was the good twin and who was the bad one.
" What do you me
