And my sister Vanessa had just destroyed my grandfather’s violin because I refused to give her my new dress.
She was still holding the emerald gown against herself.
“You have plenty of dresses, Claire.”
“So do you.”
“But this one looks better on me.”
“It was bought for tonight.”
Her expression immediately hardened.
Vanessa had never handled the word no very well.
Growing up, if she wanted one of my birthday presents, my parents told me to share.
When she wanted my bedroom because it had the bigger window, they said I was older and should be generous.
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