"Now what? Zamiel is here, and I need to look presentable, twin. What should I wear?" Elizabeth inquired, her cheeks bright with a smile.
Instead of teaching her what she should be, I asked, "What did you do yesterday? You just pretended to be me."
"It's usual to us; you even pretended at the birthday celebration," she replied as if it were nothing. She has entered my room and is retrieving a dress from my changing room. She isn't like this, but I simply turn away and go to the restroom.
My foot hurts still, but I put up with it. Dad has already arrived, and I suppose he has already heard about me. But why is Zamiel here in the first place?
"Twin? I simply got one dress from your closet! I'm leaving right now!" exclaimed my twin. I don't have the energy to deal with her. I closed my e
