"Somebody is about to get a beating!"
Cathy deliberately said it loudly.
Joe tugged at her sleeve, his expression nervous as he glanced at me. But seeing him defend me, Cathy's anger only intensified. She escalated her mockery in front of our father, hoping to further fuel the conflict between us: "So, Claire, where did you spend the night yesterday?"
I stood still, not moving, and simply smirked as I retorted, "What's that got to do with you?"
"I'm just curious," Cathy raised her eyebrows provocatively, leaning against the wall with crossed arms, pretending to be concerned about me. Her gaze scrutinized the pearl-adorned white dress I was wearing. "After all, you're my sister. Besides, I remember this dress isn't yours, is it?"
She feigned surprise, covering her mouth with her hand,
