Losing a child is every parents worst nightmare. Unfortunately this happened to the Keller family when they least expected it, just after their twin daughters were born. Their oldest twin daughter Casey was abducted from the hospital and never to be...
"No...Definitely not....It's like a unicorn vomited on it." I say as Eden comes out in quite honestly some of the most hideous dresses I've ever seen. It's no secret that for being identical twins, Eden and I could not be more different if we tried. From the way we dress, to our hobbies, the way we walk, the only thing besides our looks that is remotely similar is our voices, we apparently have a similar rasp to them.
Eden sighs and gives me a pointed look. "You're not being very helpful Dakota."
I hold my hands up in surrender. "You're the one who wanted me to come shopping for dresses and give my honest opinion. Why would I do anything but?" I ask.
"Don't listen to her Eden, Dakota doesn't like colours that stem out of the neutral colour spectrum or don't represent the darkness of her soul." Parker's voice sounds behind me and I turn around and point at him.
"I'm gonna pretend to not hear that insult, because you're not meant to be here!" I exclaim and he rolls his eyes.
"It's a formal D, not our wedding day." He remarks.
I shrug. "Close enough." I am shocked once more when I see Nathan walking into the shop as well. "And what are you doing here?" I ask.
"I thought it would be a good idea to hang out with my girls best friend, get to know each other better and also learn some dirty secrets about you." He smirks and I glare once again at Parker.
"What?" He asks.
"I don't care what you tell him, as long as you don't tell him what we swore to take to our graves. And you can't even tell Eden." I warn him.
He looks at me like I'm insane. "Why would I risk going to my grave any sooner? Of course I won't say anything."
Nathan and Eden share a confused look, however Nathan is the first to shake it off and look back at me with a smile. "So, what dress are you getting?" He asks.
"What do you mean?" I ask back confused.
"For the formal..." He says as if I'm an idiot.
I shake my head. "I'm not getting one, because I'm not going."
"You're not?" He asks.
I shake my head once again. "No. I don't like school dances, I think they're pointless. All they are, are mating rituals for hormonal teenagers and the night is always ruined by that one person who spikes the punch with some dodgy alcohol or drug and everyone ends up hallucinating and deathly ill in the morning."
"I never thought I would hear the day Dakota Shea Bradshaw complained about punch being spiked with alcohol." Parker comments.
"It's not the fact that the punch is spiked, it's the fact that they use awful alcohol that has seriously bad after affects." I specify. During this conversation, I hadn't noticed Eden select another dress and change into it. When she comes out my mouth falls.
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