Violet's P.O.V
I held Michael in a tight arm lock not letting him run away as our aunts go from one to the other now looking for some clothes for him to try out. I just finished a very strenuous activity of trying one dress to the other nonstop. It seemed as if the dresses came at an endless wave that I got too dizzy that I suggested that it was Michael's turn now so I can rest. The married couple agreed and now I am restraining my very strong brother to prevent him from escaping the same fate as mine.
"I don't need new clothes!", he yelled in pain as his head was still under my arm. "You have to change yours as well so we'll match!", I retorted. "Is that even necessary?", he complained trying to push me off or pull my leg from under and drop me down to the floor so he can make a quick run for it. I kept kicking his leg down and pulls him tighter closer to my body so that if I go down, he'll come down with me and it will be even more difficult for him to escape.
