Girl talk [antikvár]

where is it?" fourteen-year-old Riley Carlson mumbled to herself as she dug around in her dressing table drawer. Her cute new peasant shirt had to be in there somewhere. "Hmmm?" her twin sister, Chloe, answered absent-mindedly. "I can't find it anywhere," Riley muttered, still digging. She had cut off the tags and ironed the top last night so she could wear it today. "Have you seen it, Chloe?" "Seen what?" Chloe asked. "My peasant shirt," Riley said. "I'm almost positive I put it right here. In this drawer." "You mean the really cute one with the red and yellow flowers?" Chloe said. "Yeah! That's it!" Riley whirled around, so happy her sister had found it. Then her mouth dropped open. "You're wearing it!"