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“Why not? I love this skirt,” she sulks.
“Then you wear it. It’s yours, anyway. Mom must have put it in my closet by mistake.”
“Fine, then I will,” she says unbothered, flinging it on the bed before she continues to rummage through my clothes to find me something to wear.
“Oh, this is perfect!” she shrieks excitedly, taking out a hanger with a cute little white dress hanging from it.
“Daisy, I haven’t worn that dress in years. I doubt it even fits me anymore.”
“Try it on and see,” she retorts with a twinkle in her blue eyes.
Since I know my sister won’t let up until I try it on, I snatch the dress out of her hands and put it on. Once I’ve slithered into it, to my astonishment I realize that the simple summer dress does in fact fit me like a glove, even if a little tight on my chest area. Wanting to make sure that my boobs won’t spill out from the top of the damn thing, I walk over to the full-length mirror in my room for a full inspection.
Hmm.
It is pretty, even if it is a little short.
Still, it’s better than Daisy’s miniskirt. I won’t run the risk of flashing anyone in this dress and my cleavage actually looks really good in it. Almost as if the twins are ready for this party too.
I pat the dress down my midriff as I continue to stare at my reflection.
I know the girl staring back is me, but she doesn’t look like me at all.
The girl in the mirror looks like she’s beenseenall her life and knows exactly who she is.
She looks like someone who actually has her shit together.
And Lord knows, I don’t.
The reflection is a beautiful lie of someone that doesn’t exist.
And might never exist.
“Perfect!” Daisy claps enthusiastically, unaware of the somber thoughts strolling in my head. “All you need now is just a little touch-up. I’ll go grab my stuff to do your hair and makeup.”
“No makeup!” I yell nervously.
“Yes, makeup!”
“No!”
“Yes!”
“Daisy!”
"Skylar!”
Suddenly, we find ourselves in a standoff, neither one of us wanting to budge, but as usual, after a long, insufferable pause, I’m the first to concede.
“You’re impossible, you know that?”
“Part of my charm.” She grins.
“Yeah, keep telling yourself that. Fine, but only very light makeup. Don’t make me look like a clown.”
“Like I’d ever do that.” She scoffs, insulted, as she rushes out the door before I have time to change my mind.
I sit anxiously in front of the vanity, waiting for my sister to return with her hellish makeup kit. As the seconds pass by, my knee bounces nervously as I try to think of any excuse I can come up with that can get me out of this mess. Unfortunately, when Daisy walks back into my room, her proud smile is so widely stretched on her face, I don’t have the heart to steal it away from her.
