Josh and Monice were like scavengers in a post-apocalyptic world raiding my closet. Every piece of clothing they touched or yanked out was examined with narrowed, scrutinizing eyes.
I shook my head, watching them ransack my wardrobe.
“It’s almost 7 p.m., guys. The party’s about to start.” I said, glancing at the time on my wristwatch.
Honestly, I didn’t care about that at all. I just wanted to pressure them into giving up and letting me wear what I already had on. But they didn’t even flinch. Josh even looked back at me and clapped his hands.
“Even better! That way, our entrance will be fabulous!” He tilted his head back as if picturing it, then squealed dramatically.
Monica laughed and smacked him with a hanger before turning to face me. “I think this will look good on you!”
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