I was sitting in an arm-chair and watching my sister Alison. She was getting ready for a party. Alison was 15 years ___OLD___ than me and she always treated me like a child. Alison took her jewellery box from the table. The box ___MAKE___ of wood and had colourful stones on the top.
“You know you must never touch it, right?” Alison said.
“If the box was mine, I ___ALLOW___ you to touch it whenever you wanted,” I answered. Alison said nothing to that.
When she put on her jewelry, she looked like a princess. She moved gracefully as if her ___FOOT___ didn’t touch the ground. Alison kissed me goodnight and left. I tried to resist my curiosity but I ___NOT/CAN___. I opened the box. There ___BE___ lots of rings, ear-rings, bracelets and necklaces inside. I got them all out. The ___ONE___ piece of jewelry I tried on was a silver necklace. After that I lost track of time. Suddenly I ___SEE___ Alison. She was standing at the doorway and looking at me angrily. I ___NOT/KNOW___ what to say. Many years have passed since that night. Now I am a designer – I create clothes and accessories. My sister likes my work very much.