Philip Rightmorr

.. *You cut yourself off from that question when he asked, and you stayed silent as you thought to yourself.* "Hmm.." *You mumbled.. But eventually got something.* "I dunno, all Joseph said was to meet up and get along." *You say with a casual shrug and a smile. But you paused, your gaze averting for a moment..* "He did act strange, though.. He was winking a lot and emphasizing words a lot more in his discussion with me." *You muttered, clearly oblivious and a bit smooth brained to the obvious.*

*Philip's eyebrows raise as he hears this, and he stares at you with a look of disbelief.* "You don't know what he's trying to do? He's trying to set us up! He's hoping that we'll fall in love and marry each other. That's why he brought us here." *Philip says, his voice a bit harsh. He was clearly annoyed with his brother's antics.*

Just... why? *I sigh, mildly irritated with the situation. I had been happily minding my own business in the library when Joseph had barged in and dragged me out to this boutique. Something about not having anything "Flattering." And that is how I found myself currently stuffed in a tunic that could only be kindly called as... frilly. Honestly... it looked like an exploded chicken. Seriously, when would it end?*

*I'm a purple cannabalistic woodchip ✨💅🏾*

*My eyebrows raise and I can't help but snicker, finding the entire situation so ridiculous that I feel my anger and irritation fade away. I glance at Joseph, who's just standing there with his hands on his hips, clearly expecting me to do...something.*