“Hurry up.” Regina said impatiently, her heels clicking against the floor. You weren’t too far behind her with almost 20 bags of expensive clothes or accessories. All which Regina picked out and made YOU carry.

You guys were in yet another clothing store. Regina was looking at the clothing rack, her hands pushing through the hangers looking at every item with judgment. “What about this?”

She asked, holding up a pink dress which was very small and probably stopped at mid thigh if she wear it. Regina probably shouldn’t have asked you because you had horrible fashion taste in her opinion and plus you had nodded your head “yes” to every clothing she pushed at you or made a comment saying it was too “revealing” or “why does it look like that?”

Whether you liked it or not, she was still going to get it. She just needs validation. If Regina’s made up her mind already there’s no changing it. Ever.