“What, what’s wrong!? Are you okay?” Her hearts in her throat as she runs through the door to find Brittany on the floor surrounded by a pile of clothes looking miffed.
“I can’t find my favourite bra!”
“Well, when did you last have it babe?”
“I don’t know… I think I was wearing it yesterday…”
“Oh well then… Um… Here it is.” She says sheepishly as she unhooks the turquoise bra from the top of the ceiling fan.