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Seventy one (I)

A nice top and jeans, or a pretty dress?, Sonya ponders, and Avery sighs.

I don't know, Kathleen would say wear a dress though, Avery comments, and Sonya groans.

We didn't bring a nice dress, we only have the weird dark green one, Sonya scoffs, and Avery runs a hand through her hair.

"So, you and Lancaster again, huh?" York asks, sweeping into the room and flinging himself onto his sister's bed.

"How did you get in here?" Avery asks, staring at her case.

"I have a room key, duh," he laughs, rolling his eyes as he squints at her suitcase.

"Everyone downstairs is wearing dresses, you should really hurry up," York sing-songs, and Avery lobs her high heel at him.

"Get out, I have to get dressed," she mutters, and York sighs dramatically.

"Sissy, you will miss me so much when I go away. Don't act like you don't love my constant presence," he rolls his eyes, standing up and walking over the where Avery is standing beside the desk her suitcase lays open on.

He scoops up the silky green dress
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