The Sisters Closet Novels & Stories

“Your home? You’re just my husband’s brother. Don’t try to act like you own the place. Take a look at the mirror and ask if you belong here. “Stop overstepping. It’s pathetic, really.” She ditched her bag on the floor before making her way toward me. She blocked the entrance of her walk-in closet. It was as if she were guarding a vault. She looked me up and down, the disdain in her eyes apparent. “Didn’t Mom book you a hotel? Why are you hanging around someone else’s home? “Check your outfit. I doubt your clothes cost more than a hundred bucks altogether. Don’t bring your frugality in here.” Frugality? My gaze fell on her down jacket. I recalled buying the exact same one for Teresa.

“You wouldn’t have any dinner-appropriate casual dresses I could borrow, would you?” My sister’s smile grew. “Just like old times.” She stood from the sofa where she’d been sitting and gestured for me to follow to her closet. The room, because it was too big to describe as a closet, was filled with exquisite items, from dresses to tops, blouses, skirts, and slacks. Multiple sets of drawers lined the walls and in the center of the room was a large round ottoman. “I’ll just take your entire closet.” Catalina laughed. “Let me find my nonmaternity clothes. You can borrow as many as you’d like.” She laid her hand over her baby bump. “Obviously, they won’t fit me.”

The theme was red and white, but their wardrobe was loaded with mostly black and red hooded capes. Really depressing colour for a party! The Hudson brothers sat together with the Cross sisters at breakfast. "So! What did you plan for tomorrow?" Asked Morgan. Patricia shook her head and replied. "Nothing. In fact, none of us are prepared. We don't even have the dress!" "Wait, seriously? Then how are we going as a couple if you have no dress?" The sisters were surprised to hear him. "Going with us? You are planning to-" "Of Course we are! I mean, who else would we go with?"

In contrast, my parents warmly welcomed us. Dakota introduced Yvette. "This is my younger sister. She'll be staying with us for a while, so I brought her along." Yvette was a charming and pretty young woman. My parents praised her repeatedly and said that she should visit more often. Throughout the meal, Yvette remained silent with her head lowered. I gripped the pill in my pocket, waiting for the right moment to make her take it. Just then, Mom stood up to go get Yvette a bowl of soup.

"Maisie, where are you? Please, I'm begging you to come back. I know I'm in the wrong..." Hearing his desperate, broken words pushed Rebecca closer to the edge. She was consumed with hatred for Maisie, secretly praying her sister had died somewhere, never to return. However, something happened that day that shattered her last remaining hope. She found Agatha clutching one of Maisie's few photographs, weeping uncontrollably and murmuring endless apologies. Rebecca finally snapped after holding in her anger all day. She slapped the photo out of Agatha's hands and shouted, "Why?! I'm supposed to be the family princess! Maisie can't compare to me in anything, so why do all of you only remember s

"Save it. I'm giving you one more opportunity. If you still can't close the deal, believe me—there are plenty of other women who'd love to be Harvey's wife." Harvey pushed open the front door of our home. Our matching slippers were still on the shoe rack by the entryway. Covered in dust. On my craft table, the perler beads project I'd been working on was still sitting there—half-finished letters, the initials of his name. I remembered the day I'd shown it to him, so proud of myself. He ran his fingers over everything. It felt like I was still there beside him. But the ashes in his arms told him the brutal truth.

"Do you happen to have any quality dresses set aside? I'm looking for something extraordinary." The saleslady smiled warmly and nodded. "Certainly, dear. Follow me." She led them to a secluded corner, where a collection of exquisite dresses awaited their discovery. Camila's eyes widened, her heart quickening once again. Camila and Milly excitedly sifted through the carefully curated selection. They exchanged whispers and laughter, holding dresses against Camila's figure, analyzing each detail and fit. The mirrors reflected their joyous expressions as they twirled and spun, their love for fashion intertwining with sisterly bonding.

I actually had no clue why he chose me to be his mate. “Eek… I can’t believe these are still here.” My sister now says from inside the closet, as she makes her way out with three dresses in her hands from when I lived here before. Especially one in particular, I never wished to see again, because it only reminded me of the mess that I had made here. “Look, this one still has the tags on it.” She says, holding up the dreaded dress in front of me, that was meant to be worn the night of the dinner when Dom announce me as his Luna to be.

James just couldn’t believe you were really hurt. "Besides, it was just a makeup trial. How could a dressing room catch fire?" I raised an eyebrow. "How do you know it was a fire in the dressing room?" I had not mentioned that part yet! Veronica’s face went pale immediately. "I-I was just guessing!" I let out a cold laugh as Veronica quickly tried to backtrack. "Even if you didn’t want to see him, you didn’t have to resort to violence." "So, should I hit you instead?"

Then her sister stepped out, dressed like she'd walked off a magazine cover, smiling like the last twenty-four hours hadn't happened at all. She crossed the courtyard straight toward Eva, heels striking stone. "You look terrible," she said, pulling off the sunglasses. "You disappeared. The wedding—" I had ---" "I know what you had to do." Her gaze dropped to Eva's hand. To the ring. "Give it back." Before Eva could answer, her sister lunged — quick, sharp, fingers closing around Eva's hand, trying to twist the ring loose right there on her finger. "Stop—" Eva yanked her hand back so hard she stumbled against the wall. "What is wrong with you?"