Louis sighed down at the disorder and chaos that was his sister's wardrobe. "First of all, because you need to take me shopping with you, and second of all, because you don't know how to layer or accessorize. But for now let's deal with what we have."
He fell down to his knees and began to sort. Shirts, one pile. Skirts, another. Jackets, dresses, everything in its place. "Do you know the place you're going?"