CLEO'S POV
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I spent an entire night and day working on these two dresses, all that's left is to do some finishing touches and when the sun sets and mom comes barging into the room, "Are you almost done?" she sighs, wearing a robe. I look up from the dress, "Yes, why?", "Because we are having guests arrive in thirty minutes." thirty minutes? How late is it? "Thirty minutes?" I frown, "Yes, I'm going to get dressed right now," she throws her hands in the air, sighing. "I'll get ready," I shrug, pushing my chair back to stand up. "Have you seen Felix?", "Mom, I am not his secretary," I snort as I switch the light off at my desk. "I know, he's just...", "Gone a lot," I finish her sentence and she nods, looking sad. I wish I could knock sense into him, but it's not my job and if I can stay
