Sierra laughed like the mean little bitch she is.
"Laugh all you want, but you're not wearing my dress."
"Why not? We're sisters!â€
"This is how you treat your sister? Laughing at her and insulting her and stealing her dresses?"
"Alana, I really need to wear that dress tonight."
"Oh, you need to wear my dress, do you? Can you tell me why without insulting me, this time?"
"Because I think Dave is going to propose to me. And I want to be wearing something sexy and glamorous when he does."
She kind of took my breath away with that little announcement. I could see she was serious. I wanted to give her a hug, and I would've if I wasn't so mad at her.
"Really? Are you sure?"
"I'm sure."
"Sierra, I really don't mind you wearing my dresses, but couldn't you just ask me nicely? And say please? It's like you think the whole world exists to serve you, just because you're beautiful."
You could tell she didn't really want to be saying it, but she said, "Please, Alana, could I please wear your dress tonight? Please?"
"OK. Sure. Was that so difficult?" I handed it over.
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