ISABEL MAYS “Isabel! Why ain’t you dressed up already? Come on!, You are not allowed to put on those rags you called cloth.” I stopped halfway on the staircase, clutching my rough trousers in my hand.My sister stood by the window in a gold coloured mini dress, a large bow resting at her back. She moved around, opening the windows and carefully setting the curtains. She didn’t look at me, she had heard my footsteps. From the window’s reflection, I caught the slight lift of her chin…that annoying look she always gave me. Tonight is the night the three-year celebration returns, bigger, louder, and more forgiving than ever. An event held in our household where family, relatives, and friends come around to celebrate and flaunt themselves. A night for appearance, for laughter and music, for people to show off who mattered and who didn't.“Sadie, I have a very important meeting to attend in two hours, I only came downstairs to iron my rumbled trouser,” I said flatly, heading towards t
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