Chapter Twenty-Five
“Why the change of heart?” I ask, watching as Iris throws clothes from my closet onto my bed.
She pauses and I think she’s going to answer me, but she holds up a pair of faded denim overalls instead. “Do you even try, Free? I should make you wear this on your date with Christopher just to punish you.”
Christopher and I had planned on having our date before tonight, but in the weeks since that evening in his office, we’ve both been working around the clock to prepare for the District launch event tomorrow.
“I swear, looking at this closet you wouldn’t know we’re related,” Iris says, flipping through the clothes in my closet like she’s the host on an extreme makeover show.
I throw a pillow at her. “Shut up.”
“Wait, what do we have here?” Iris pulls out a dress from
