I pushed open my bedroom door. Fiona flinched in surprise at my appearance. She shot me a glare as she held her dress that was about to fall off her body.

“Could you knock before you come in?”

“This is my room. I don’t need to knock.”

I walked over to her. Fiona stepped back in fear. Her arms were still on her chest, keeping the pale blue dress from sliding off her body.

“Turn around.”

“What are you going to do?”

“I’m sure you need help zipping up your dress.”

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