Mini dress.

Maga

“Hey, Sarina, why is Celine screaming like a banshee?” Ashton asked me while coming inside the closet.

“Well, maybe the clothes that June and I packed for her are not what she wanted to wear in Spain,” I replied sheepishly, and Ashton narrowed his eyes at me.

“I still don't get a single word you just said there,” Ashton said.

“Come with me I think you can see it for yourself,” I replied, and both Ashton and I left the closet and made our way to the guest bedroom. With each step that I took closer to the room, I felt like taking three steps backward and just running away from this house. By the time we reached the room, Heath, June, and Mrs.Marco were already inside.

And Heath was on the floor clutching his stomach and laughing so hard there was a continuous flow of tears coming from his eyes while June was standing near the door ready to bolt at any instant now, and her face looked constipated with how hard she is trying not to laugh.