[NDPD] A little bit of NY in a box.
"Dick! Roy! Get out of-" Monet stopped pausing to stare dumbfounded at the sight before her. There was a rather large wardrobe in the room with a very vivid pink bow and tag on it. Approaching it carefully, Monet pulled on the ribbon and removed the tag it simply read 'To Monet' No signature, nothing. "I didn't think the island did deliveries unless this is one of Layla's little gifts and then I'm not sure I want to know what's inside this thing."
Layla had a rather nasty habit of stuffing dead bodies into wooden crates, so it was a logical leap that she might decide to stuff one inside a wardrobe. Opening the door carefully, Monet stepped back and looked into the wardrobe and shrieked at the sight inside. It was designer heaven; clothes, shoes, handbags, lingerie all crammed into one wardrobe with a gorgeous long mirror on the inside of each of the door panels.
Acting for once like Monet and not M, Monet began to look through the clothes pulling pieces out and holding them against her before she moved on. Spotting a rather beautiful dress, Monet began to strip down to her underwear so she could try her present out. She'd start hating on the island later, now she was going to enjoy herself.
Layla had a rather nasty habit of stuffing dead bodies into wooden crates, so it was a logical leap that she might decide to stuff one inside a wardrobe. Opening the door carefully, Monet stepped back and looked into the wardrobe and shrieked at the sight inside. It was designer heaven; clothes, shoes, handbags, lingerie all crammed into one wardrobe with a gorgeous long mirror on the inside of each of the door panels.
Acting for once like Monet and not M, Monet began to look through the clothes pulling pieces out and holding them against her before she moved on. Spotting a rather beautiful dress, Monet began to strip down to her underwear so she could try her present out. She'd start hating on the island later, now she was going to enjoy herself.