While I try to straighten my hair in front of the mirror, I hear mom calling me downstairs.
“Harper, there’s a charming young man for you!”
I put down my iron and perfume myself: voila, one last glance at my reflection. My grey dress ends in black lace, giving the illusion that it reaches my knees. My ten-centimetre heels are perfect to complete my outfit. Underneath, I laugh in advance. To please him, I drew from Sara’s wardrobe. I selected a small set with rabbits. Don’t know why: I’m sure Henry will love it.
Who would have thought that your ridiculous animals would please a man? “Even absent, you participate in my happiness, little sister...” I whisper to Sara, sadly.
I grab my purse, my phone, and make a theatrical appearance at the top of the stairs. Bad luck, no one is there to a
