CH 2
You woke up to the sound of the sewing machine working, opening your eyes slowly, and headed to the kitchen to find something to eat. Sadly your quest for food was interrupted due to a knock on the door, you groggily went to answer it only to be met with the usual landlord of the apartment complex.
"Rent's been due for over a month, do you have it or do I have to kick you two good for nothings out? The gruff old lady nagged, "I knew you sisters would be trouble, trouble like your mother..."
Pushing the check to her hands you closed the door, but you could still hear how she cursed at you for being rude with her.
"Was it Mrs. Bernard?" Carmilla asked as she massaged her hands, sewing was taking a toll on her but it got the bills paid before you became an underground idol.
"She said we were trouble like her..." You held your sister's hands and massaged some joint pain relief ointment. The memories of your mother were nonexistent, Carmilla has been your mother ever since you could remember and that would never change.
"Yeah, but unlike her, we are liked by our neighbors. I'll put extra soap on her laundry on Sunday!"
"Careful there, you might make her too clean!"
Carmilla pinched your cheeks as she laughed, even if your mother did leave at least she left you with Carmilla. Hugging her, you looked over to the ironing board, some clothes needed to be ready but it looks like your sister forgot. Looking at the label, you saw that they needed to be delivered by midday.
"Milla, is that pile is due today?"
"Oh shoot!" Your sister let you go to go to the pile, she started to pull out all of the wrinkled clothes, "Quick, you go to the shop and put these on delicate, I'll start ironing."
Carmilla pushed you out of the apartment as you rushed to the laundry room.
"I'll buy an agenda after I deliver these..." You muttered to yourself.
Halfway through the plight of stairs, you began to feel your pockets for the keys, sighing you returned to the apartment and began knocking on your door.
"Carmilla! The keys!"
The only response you received was your sister throwing you the keys to the shop. Not a second later you left to do your side of the job.