Vivienne's POV

And she picked up almost immediately.

“Morning, Viv.” She said cheerfully and then yawned. "What’s up?”

"You're still yawning by 10 am?" I asked playfully.

"Oh please. Let me breathe." She said like an annoyed teenager and we both laughed a little.

"What's up?" She asked again.

“I have a crisis.” I answered.

“You always have a crisis.” She responded.

“This one’s real! I have too many clothes and I don’t know what to wear.”

There was a short pause ...