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Cassie's POV

I exit my bathroom after a long steaming hot shower and I see Kiara sat on my bed, hair wet from her own shower.

"You good, Kie?" I ask my little sister in concern.

"Yeah. I was just wondering...it's been a while since we went to midsummers together" She points out vaguely and I smile softly, seeing what she's doing.

"Kiara, do you want to get ready with me?" I ask in amusement and she tries to smother a happy smile but fails.

"I mean, if you really want me to" She shrugs, trying to act nonchalant and I laugh.

"Go get your things, stupid" I tell her and she leaps up, skipping out the room.

I shake my head and slip on my yellow satin robe, tying a bow in the front. Kiara bounces back into my room, hanging up her dress with mine and dropping her other things on my bed as I play some music.

I love getting ready to music

"Come sit" I grin, patting the chair at my vanity.

She sits down and I start drying her hair, trying my best to maintain her dark curls that I know she loves. I then tie her hair up in a messy bun, leaving out some hair at the front to frame her face and she smiles happily, thanking me. I wave her off and apply minimum makeup to her gorgeous face, knowing she hates too much of the stuff.

"Do you want to do my hair?" I ask curiously.

"Sure" Kiara chirps, jumping off the seat.

She pushes me down onto it and I laugh, turning to the mirror to watch what she does. I hum contently to the music as my sister dries and straightens my hair, the both of us chatting over the music and laugh together like old times. She does my makeup and my mind wanders to the Pogues.

"You heard from JJ, or Pope, or even John B for that matter?" I ask my sister curiously.

"No, I haven't heard from them. I'm getting worried, Cassie" She admits and I nod.

"Me too" I agree.

Before can continue the conversation further, my phone rings loudly and I pick it up to see an incoming FaceTime call from Sarah. Kiara grabs her dress and heads into the bathroom as I answer the call.

"Hey, Sar!" I grin widely "Where have you been? I feel like I haven't seen you in so long" 

"It's a long story, but I'll tell you later" She answers "I actually called to ask you something"

"Shoot" I chirp, setting up my phone so I can apply some mascara to my full lashes.

"What colour is your dress?" My best friend asks.

"Why, do you wanna match?" I smirk, winking at the screen which makes her smile.

"Something like that" She replies vaguely.

"My dress is blue" I tell her "Pale blue"

She smirks widely and I get an uneasy feeling.