"D—Dress me up?" Ava muttered in disbelief. Considering how long she had spent with Michael, a part of her expected his sister to be similar to him. Mostly detached from emotions and desires, always secretly scheming something, seemingly unwilling to let anybody peek into the inner workings of his mind.
Yet as it turned out, Scarlett didn't seem to be as strict as him. While it might have seemed like the siblings acted impulsively, Michael was always focusing on his own plans, while his sister took a more laid-back approach.
'Of course, his sister is just 16. There is no way that she can be some mastermind like her brother… Now that I think about it, I can't remember when the last time Michael acted his age was.' Ava thought, a smile forming on her lips.
"Sure, lead the way!" She agreed.
Taking hold of Ava's hand, Scarlett led the way. "Just you watch! I have the cutest outfit in mind!"
After the two girls climbed the stairs heading towards the second floor, Ava whispered.
