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"Ivy we need to go buy you a dress," Her mum said sitting down on the couch next to her. Ivy was painting her nails a pretty blue colour before her mum interrupted her.

"A dress?"

"Yes a dress, we have been invited to midsummers this year so you need to look... appropriate"

"I have dresses already," Ivy said hoping her mum would leave her alone.

"you need a nice formal dress, we're going shopping. get up"

"Urgh Mum, whyyyyyy?" She groaned throwing her head back.

"fine don't come I'll just pick one for you"

"on second thought start the car, knowing your taste I'll end up looking 30 years older and people will assume I'm a raging alcoholic that hates her husband"

" You literally just described Mum" Monica chimed in from in the kitchen.

" Nah, Mum only drinks when she's sad"

'enough you two, get in the car"

The girls followed their mum out to her car and Monica pushed Ivy out the way so she could sit in the front seat.

"you're actually such a brat," Ivy said getting into the back seat.

"and you're actually such a bitch"

"Stop it, Monica don't swear it is not ladylike"

"Ladylike? The term ladylike is overrated and over-used it's 2020 mum, don't be so anti-feminist" The comment made Ivy chuckle followed by her mum smacking Monica in the arm.

The three girls pulled up to a shopping strip on the far side of the island, Ivy had never even seen this place before. Probably cause it was the Kookiest place she'd ever seen.

This must be where Rafe buys all his polos. She thought to herself

Ivy and Monica followed their mum around for half an hour before their feet started to drag across the ground "Midsummers is such a waste of time, I'm all for dressing up but not for that shit show "Ivy said as they entered another store.

"You have to its important, Sarah will be there so it'll be fun"

"Fine one rule though"

"Yes what"

" I get to drink as much as I want"

Her mum narrowed her eyes at her daughter as if she was crazy. Ivy was not going to survive that night sober, five and a half hours of standing around while her mum mingled with rich cokeheads were not something Ivy was willing to participate in without a little liquid courage.

"no"

"Okay, how much can I drink?"

"Five max"

"oh sweet," she thought it was gonna be way less, like two or something.

"what about me mum?" Monica asked

"you can drink lemonade"

"how come she gets to drink? I look way older than her, my boobs are almost even bigger"

"no, they are not!"

"yes they are, don't kid yourself"

"mum permission to strangle her with the ugliest dress in here"

"permission denied, no one will be murdering anyone while we are here, when we get home go ahead, just hide the body properly"

Ivy stuck her tongue out at Monica and Monica replied with a middle finger. Ivy then realized they were in public and people were staring, she stepped away from her sister as to act like she didn't know her.