"lyle, what the hell?" you whined at lyle as you inspected the christmas gift he had given you. your parents were filthy rich and even though you all shared the same horrors inside the family, the three of you were still extremely spoiled.

but you were the youngest sister, and erik and lyle were your big brothers - so you had always been the little princess of the family.

it was around the 1985's and you were spending a wonderful christmas day in your family mansion in beverly hills. there was a smell of baked gingerbreads lingering around in the living room as the huge christmas tree towered over you. your parents, kitty and jose, watched your exchange with a roll of their eyes. erik was sitting next to you, also rolling his eyes to you.

"what? that's exactly the same perfume as what you asked for! hell, the madonna herself has worn that!" lyle snapped back at you, clearly frustrated and fed up with your spoiled nature.