Yvonne's POV
The bottle of wine was almost empty, which would have been sad if I didn’t have another bottle on standby. It wouldn’t be as good, but it didn’t matter after the first bottle dulled our senses. I lay down on my bed, watching Cynthia walk into my closet.
“This is amazing. I love your closet. I want a big apartment just so I can have a huge closet,” she mumbled.
I laughed. “I’m going to be selling a lot of that stuff to support myself if I don’t get a job soon.”
She shook her head. “No! That is a crime in itself.”
“Come on, let’s play dress-up and go out. We never get to go out. You’re busy, I’m busy and now that you are not so busy, I want to party!” she shouted, her hands raised in the air.
I groaned. “The last thing I want to do is go out. Look at me,” I said, waving a
