The bang of the wardrobe door was almost like a thunderbolt, quieter but enough to startle her father as he walked in through her half opened door.She made a mental note to lock her room door before picking out an outfit from her now sophisticated wardrobe.“Hey dad.”Her smile was fake but a perfect front for her unsteady hands.She drummed non existent tunes on a nearby table in an attempt to drown her loud heartbeat. “Where's Sean?" Her dad waved off her greetings, still glaring, a hand on his chest, his rapid breathing proof of his disoriented state.Maybe it was the surreal feeling of having new and expensive clothes but she didn't care if he ignored her like he always did.“What’s up Pops," Sean walked in before she could respond, and stylishly pulled their father out of her room, winked at her before shutting the door. “That was close," she heaved, walking to the door and bolting it. “Can't have another Rich walk in," she muttered opening the wardrobe once more.Picking an
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