Savanna’s POV

“I am not wearing this!” I shrieked, glaring at the bright blue dress that was just shoved in my hands by our boss, who was tall, ripped, and handsome man by the name of Peter Walker. He asked me to wear Elsa’s dress. Ugh!

“I already told you, Sav,” his voice boomed inside the storage room. “You’re Elsa and Hariette is Anna. You are sisters and you want to build a snowman named Olaf or some other shit kids love. End of discussion.”

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