"Daddy, tell Brielle to stop taking my shirts! Just because she doesn't have a boyfriend doesn't mean she can have mine."

Liliana, your eldest daughter of 17, flew down the stairs as she complained and whined. She was quite a spoiled and stuck up brat, but she was your doll.

"Ugh, stop lying."

A groan from your brunette daughter, only a year younger, is heard from the kitchen. Brielle was younger, but seemed much older and mature than her sister.