The next morning, Lina realized she should've heeded Milo's advice. Standing at the front entrance of the Second Mansion, Lina was beginning to regret everything—especially because her mother had shoved her into this god-awful black dress that was only an inch away from a public-indecency exposure arrest.
"I look like I'm going to be thrown in jail the second I bend over," Lina snapped at her younger brother who was holding back laughter at how short her clothes were.
"Pft!" Milo snickered at her deep scowl and agitated gaze.
"But I'd rather be sentenced to life in prison for murdering my younger brother!" Lina hissed at him, grabbing him by the collar, causing him to howl in laughter.
"I tried warning you!" Milo only chuckled louder when she let out a huff and crossed her arms. "I recommend you to not do that, unless you want to flash everyone and their mother."
