Serurora’s POV.
I stand in my bedroom with my fingers tapping my chin as I look at the array of clothes in my closet.
“Just pick already.” Elora says from my bed. She is lying on her belly. Kicking her feet up behind her as she types on her phone.
“Remind me why you are in here? I thought you were on kitchen duty?” I ask her and she sighs as she keeps typing.
“Because I’m here for moral support, like Anubis is your emotional support animal. Look at me like your emotional support sister who has impeccable fashion sense.” She says, lifting her gaze to look at me.
“Really? I’m so thankful.” I say as sarcastically as I can clutching my hands to my chest as I feign being grateful when she rolls her eyes and drops her phone on the quilt before she rolls onto her back and sits up before cli
