Ironhollow 5

Arden was sitting on one of the plush patterned sofas, staring into the flickering fireplace when a sharp knock sounded at the door.
She opened the large french doors to see three people standing before her. One of them was a woman wearing the steel gray uniform of an Ironhollow official, and the others, two girls, one around Paisley's age, one around Arden's.
The official smiled falsely. "Hello, are you Arden Porter?" She said, in the tone most people reserve for small children and deaf people.
Arden rolled her eyes. "Yes. Why?"
The officer's cheery smile widened. "Well, you didn't think you'd get this gorgeous house all to your selves, now did you?" She laughed loudly, "This is Victoria and Poppy Castrilli. Your new housemates!"
Arden's jaw dropped.
Paisley wandered in from the kitchen. "So, whats going on?" She said, her mouth full and a sandwich in her hand.
Paisley's eyes flicked from her sister to the two girls and the official standing awkwardly in the doorway.
"Um, I'll be in the den..." Paisley said, shuffling away.
"What do you mean 'new housemates'?" Arden demanded.
"Well, due to some overpopulation down in the Lower Levels and the Business Branch, we're squeezing some of the citizens into the larger houses, so that we can deal more efficiently with housing situations."
"But i-" Arden started to protest, but the official cut her off. "Miss Porter, you don't really have a say in the matter." The woman said, her fake smile widening to an absolute grin.
"Well, Miss Castrilli, your bags are on the porch. I'll leave you and your new housemates to assign rooms and 'ground rules'. Ta ta!"
She walked off the porch, climbing into an automobile, and drove off.
The Castrillis stared at her.
   Arden gulped. "I, uh... I guess you should come in."