when your step sister walked into the party with your ex on her arm it took you a minute to recover. she had also dyed her hair darker (like yours), was wearing a completely new styles (that also looked like yours), and smelled just like your vanilla perfume. you look over to your mom who just grins at your step-sister looking prouder than she ever looked at you. when you recognized harry, that hurt the most. he didn’t even look happy, not like you remembered him as she sits in his lap.