Swish. The blouse lands with a rustle on top of the duvet. Maia stands in her pink bra, hands on hips, scowling at the offending garment. When all it does is lie there, taunting her, she turns back to the closet.
Maybe the rainbow tie-dye shirt. It’s from a summer camp two years ago, but it still fits. Maia pulls it over her head and rotates to face the full-length mirror. She groans and drags the shirt off again. Too obvious, and maybe even the wrong message.
She’s in the midst of rifling through her clothes when there’s a knock on her door. “Who is it?”
A giggle. “Maia, it’s me, Anna.”
Maia makes a quiet grumpy noise, but she says, “Come in.”
Anna steps in and closes the door. She glances from the piles of clothes on the bed to Maia, still shirtless and halfway inside the door to her walk-in closet.
“Whatcha doing?” she asks.
“Looking for something to wear.” Maia can’t keep the despair out of her voice.
Anna’s eyebrows draw together in a puzzled version of her twin sister’s face. “For what? Are you going out?”
“For dinner, and no.”
“…dinner.” Anna’s confusion hasn’t evaporated as she plunks down on the bed. “Like, downstairs. With Mom and Dad. That dinner?”
“Yep.” Maia shows her back to Anna and stares at a purple peasant blouse. Too fancy.
“It’s literally just meatloaf. Dad’s cooking is great, but I doubt it’s worth dressing up for.”
Maia spins around, the peasant blouse in one hand and a T-shirt with pink, purple, and blue hearts in the other. “I’m not trying to dress up!” she wails. At Anna’s shocked expression, Maia softens. “Which one?”
“The…wait.” Anna stands up and steps closer to Maia. She takes the peasant blouse from Maia’s hand and hangs it back up. She taps the T-shirt, smiling. “This one.”
Maia’s empty hand shakes. “Are you sure?” She’s not really asking about the shirt anymore.
“One hundred percent,” Anna assures her. She folds Maia into a hug. “Mom and Dad will be too.”
Maia clings to her sister, realizing a second later that she’s crying. They’re not tears of sadness but of relief. She knew, or figured, it would be fine. Hearing Anna say it is another matter, and Maia is suddenly aware of how much she’d needed that.
Anna pulls back and goes to grab a tissue from Maia’s desk. Maia slips on the T-shirt and accepts the tissue to wipe her eyes.
“You look perfect,” Anna says. She grins. “Ready to go downstairs and get the lecture from Mom about making sure you’re home by ten no matter who you date?”
Maia laughs. “Yes. I’m ready.”