"Why?" she pressed.
"Come on, Sylvia."
Advika walked to the sofa and sat down, bending over to unbuckle her heels.
"We need the money, and besides, what would I do with so many clothes? It would be such a waste to just leave them in the closet."
"But I really like some of those clothes!" Sylvia pouted.
"I'm not selling everything, Sylvia," Advika sighed, slipping off her second shoe.
"Okay... We'll go through them, and you and Mum can take what you like. The rest... I'll sell them."
"What about you?" Sylvia asked, a frown creasing her brow.
"I'll take what I like too... Now, Sylvia, I need to get ready for dinner."
"Dinner? Did Christopher ask you out on a date?" Sylvia asked.
"What? No... What are you talking about?!" Advika stammered, a blush creeping up her neck.
"Then why is your face suddenly so red?" Sylvia asked, a mischievous smirk playing on her lips.