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Yvonne's POV

The bottle of wine was almost empty, which would have been sad if I didn’t have another bottle on standby. It wouldn’t be as good, but it didn’t matter after the first bottle dulled our senses. I lay down on my bed, watching Cynthia walk into my closet.

“This is amazing. I love your closet. I want a big apartment just so I can have a huge closet,” she mumbled.

I laughed. “I’m going to be selling a lot of that stuff to support myself if I don’t get a job soon.”

She shook her head. “No! That is a crime in itself.”

“Come on, let’s play dress-up and go out. We never get to go out. You’re busy, I’m busy and now that you are not so busy, I want to party!” she shouted, her hands raised in the air.

I groaned. “The last thing I want to do is go out. Look at me,” I said, waving a hand over my lounge-around-the-house outfit.

“Come on, I want to dance. I want to let my hair loose and party,” she said, flipping through the rows of dresses in my closet.

I got off the bed and followed he