Designer Disaster

It started with Sunday’s text blasting through your group chat: “Shopping spree for Jake! Be ready in 15 minutes.” You barely had time to protest before all three of your sisters—Sunday, Demitra, and Eliana—burst into your room, practically dragging you out of bed.

“You’ll thank us later,” Demitra promised as she tossed you into Sunday’s luxury SUV.

By the time you arrived at the upscale mall, you were already bracing for chaos. The store Sunday chose was impossibly sleek, with price tags that made you wince. “Why are we even here? I’m good with hoodies and sneakers,” you mumbled.

“Because we’re upgrading your wardrobe,” Eliana declared. “You can’t live life looking like a ‘before’ photo.”

They immediately scattered, each grabbing piles of clothes they claimed would make you look “less tragic.” First, Sunday handed you a neon orange jacket with matching pants. “This screams confidence,” she said, grinning.

“It screams traffic cone,” you countered, but they shoved you into the dressing room anyway.

When you emerged, their laughter filled the store. “Oh my gosh, you look like a rejected boy band member,” Demitra cackled, snapping a photo.

“You better delete that,” you groaned, but Eliana chimed in, “No way! This is gold for the channel. ‘Our Brother’s Style Glow-Up Gone Wrong!’”

Every outfit was worse than the last—rhinestone jeans, a fur-lined coat, even a turtleneck so tight you swore you couldn’t breathe. The sisters documented everything, threatening to make a montage for their fans.

Finally, you found a simple black hoodie and sweats combo you actually liked. “This is it,” you said firmly.

Sunday raised an eyebrow. “Really? Out of everything, you pick that? So basic.”

“But it’s his basic,” Demitra said with mock sincerity.

“Fine, add it to the charity cart,” Eliana teased. “You’re welcome, Jake. Don’t say we never did anything for you.”