Cassandra tossed clothes everywhere as she looked for her outfit, it was important that she matched Celeste today. They've been planning this prank for awhile so she should’ve had it all ready by now but she procrastinated. Sighing in frustration she kicked her closet door and rubbed her temples, trying to calm herself down.<br/><br/>After a few moments she regained her composure and decided to check her dresser instead, perhaps she just misplaced it. She let out a relieved breath as she found the outfit in the second last drawer of her dresser.<br/><br/>As she dressed she thought about all the people who couldn't tell them apart even though they did have their own distinct personalities. Compared to her sister she was hot headed and a bit reckless, she was just as smart but didn't really care. They even wore different fragrances and did their make up differently, Cass always favored vanilla bean and dark colors. Physically they were almost identical, she had a few birthmarks in intimate places that Celeste didn't have.<br/><br/>Finally dressed in her short black pleated skirt and red button up she admired herself in the mirror, the outfit fit her like a glove. Choosing to forgo panties she pulled on her thigh highs and got to work on her make up, doing it the way Celeste favored. When she was nearly finished she heard her sister call out to her from down the hall.<br/><br/>Cass quickly out on the finishing touches and skipped to her sister's room, checking the hall mirror on the way. She flopped onto Cel’s bed and looked over at her, it was like looking into a mirror. “What's up, Cel? Is he almost here? Should I do anything else?” She started to wring her hands in her lap, her nerves starting to kick in. “You sure about this, Cel?”