𝐈𝐓 𝐀𝐈𝐍'𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋 ¥ 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘

𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐃𝐖𝐀𝐘

Three and a half months later—

𝐙𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐃𝐈 𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐃  𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐍, she stretched out and grabbed for the remote flipping on a new episode Friends she grabbed a throw blanket and sighed snuggling into the couch but her view was obscured.

"No! No!" She protested with a whine, "It's Zha, hour! You know the hour where no one is allowed to bug me me, move."

Cara stood in front her holding two grad dresses with the tags still attached. "I need your opinion."

"Ask me in an hour—move."

"Shop closes in an hour, one needs to go back."

"Ask Lauren."

"She'll lie."

"Your brother."

"Absolutely not—!"

"Anyone else but me-!"

"Ducky!"

"Fine!" She sat up with a glower, "Turn on the light, I can't see them properly."

"Thank you."

"I hate you."

Cara flicked on the light and Zawadi took one look at both dresses and nearly gagged. "No, no, no."

Cara's smile fell.

"What do you mean?"

One was blue, the other was pink and both were —-zebra print. Her whole body shuddered in disgust. "Cara what in the world is this?!"

"One of them is gonna be my grad dress!"

"Aahh!" Zawadi threw her head back with a cry looking heavenward, "mungo moja! What is this madness!"

"Why are you shouting—Yesu!" Blaise cried in horror placing a hand over his eyes. "What is this slight against my corneas!"

"No shouting in my house—good lord!"  Her Nona took one look at the poor girl and shook her head, "Child, why do you look like an orange, who must I kill?"

"Okay now you lot are being dramatic—!"

"You look like an oompa lumpa."

"Now that's just mean."

"Cara, who did this to you?"

"Why are you acting like I've been murdered—I did it myself!"

The three Agentows looked Cara with the utmost betrayal and disgust.

"Come, I'll open my window so you can throw yourself from it," Blaise stated motioned for her to follow making as if to go upstairs.

"Is it really that bad?"