WILLOW
Violet is the first one to shop up. I haven’t seen her in forever and it’s quite dramatic, our reunion. We squeal like a pair of banshees and then, we fall on each other, hugging and saying ‘I miss yous.’
“You look prettier,” Violet declares. “I don’t know what it is but there’s a glow about you, girl.”
“You need to get your eyes checked,” I lace our arms together, walking her past the front doors. Violet’s neck nearly pops out of her neck as she turns around to get a good look of the house.
“Wow. This is a real palace,” she gushes and I can’t argue with that. The manor really is impressive. “I feel like I just time traveled into a period drama. Damn Willow, if I’d known you were filthy rich, I would have asked for a Birkin for my birthday rather than that brush set from Sephor
