“Yeah, why are you being so selfish? It’s just a dress. I’ll take good care of it. And honestly? I’ll look way better in it than you.”

My pulse thundered in my ears. I didn’t yell or cry. I just said, “No. Absolutely not. That dress is mine. End of discussion.”

Sabrina huffed, her voice biting. “Fine. Be selfish. But don’t come crying when people see you stole Brooke’s moment.”