Ontario, Canada.
Souline's pov:
When I opened the door, two females were both enthusiastic and strange. "Hey!" one of them exclaimed as they threw themselves into my arms, making my face flush. They smelled like old cigars and expired cologne, which was revolting.
"Um," I finally said, trying to be professional, "are you the two clients from earlier on the phone?" "Yes, ma'am, my name is Celeste, and this is my sister, Celine," Celeste said as she entered with Celine.
I returned to reality and shut the door. Alliana arrived, her face expressionless as it always is when it comes to clients, but I could tell she was confused. "Are you our clients?" Alliana asked. "Yes, ma'am," Celine said as she sat on the couch.
"Didn't we talk to a man?" Alliana asked, looking at me. "I had the same thought," I said. "That had to be our brother! We didn't know how to ask for assistance, so we asked our brother to make the call because he's more professional!" Celeste clarified.
