"Come on, Liam. It would be fun. Stop scrunching your face like we are going to bomb a train." Lucas said commented seeing his brother's face.
"Argh, I spend so much time organizing my closet and now look, you're ruining it."
Liam whined staring at his brother blankly as he peered his head from the closet smiling sheepishlyy.
"Well, you should hire a maid to do these things for you. Also, you can't blame me. I don't want you to dress like an old businessman at the club. You're just twenty-three you should start dressing like your age. Not like an old granny."
Lucas said as he flung an outfit on the floor, muttering Liam's bad taste in clothes.
"What is wrong with dressing decently."
Lucas ignored him as he focused on finding clothes for Liam. Suddenly he exclaimed in excitement.
"This is perfect! Try it. Hurry."
Liam stared at the clothes as he pursed his lips in a thin line.
