Bad Sister

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙵𝚒𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚗

It only takes me about half an hour to get ready, and after rummaging through my closet I come down to two things.

Biting my lip, I look out the window then back at the mini yellow sun-dress hanging on my arm.

I don't want to carry a purse.

Plus, I would hate to walk next to Fiona looking like a charity case. But, what the hell. Stripped spaghetti top and blue jeans it is.

I gargle mouthwash, tame my unruly hair and smudge a little scarlet red lipstick on my lips then finally skip down the stairs.

Fiona bolts up to her feet, cream purse in hand as soon as she sees me.

"Finally," she smiles.

Did I take too long?

Leaving the apartment, I start to feel anxious than I was excited to be out with a girl friend. It's starting to seem like a bad idea.

On our way to her red Porsche, Fiona plans out our itinerary. I don't even understand half the things she says, but from the look in her amber eyes, I feel somewhat better about going along with this.

Maybe this is what I need.

A breath of fresh air.

Her car has a weird mix of cocoa and vanilla that relaxes me in the passenger seat. I let out a nervous laugh when she revs the engine, a grin on her face. A few minutes later, Fiona parks her car by the roadside and shuts down the engine.

I follow suit as she exits the car and in the rush, I barely notice the number of clothing stores in the lane.

I don't even know the name of the store we get into until my nostrils are hit by the heavy sweet smell of air freshener.

I feel the contents in my stomach rush up my throat and gag. It smells like an actual candy shop and if I didn't' know any better I'd say it looks like one too. 'Libbi Lucero Couture' the sign behind the reception says.

I can already hear my bank account protest. And I haven't even looked at anything.

Fiona is in the fitting room while I search through the clothing racks. My heart thuds with each dress I touch. When I'd turned over the price tag at the discount section earlier, I nearly died.

"Aren't you going to try something?" she asks for the nth time.

"No," I sigh. Not today.

"You should try something," she urges and I shake my head.

Fiona steps out and poses in front of the mirror in a long breathtaking turquoise dress then she goes back in after shaking her head in distaste.

I purse my lips and a minute later she gets out, wearing an ugly scowl.

"Theres nothing here," she says, then looks the manager dead in the eye. "Let's go to Macy's."

Macy's is literally next door and everything here is at least a dollar or two cheaper.

Not a second later, I hear mumbling and when I turn my head, I see two girls and a guy girls who are literal mirrors of each other watching me like I know them.

I'm about to run away when the blonde girl in the middle beams waving her hand.

"Fiona!" she exclaims in recognition. It's only then I remember that I'm not alone, however that doesn't make me feel any better.

"See, I told you it's her." The pale girl with monolid eyes and wavy raven black hair hits the guy in a leather jacket and black jeans.

I purse my lips, trying to smile as Fiona side steps me to hug her friends.