'You look way better in this dress than I ever did.' Sapphire stood back, to inspect her handiwork, scrunching her face up in thought, and rifling through her bag of costume jewellery. 'But you need something to set it off, something sparkly.'
Their mother looked up from her book, as usual Mills and Boon. 'She doesn't need anything Saph, with boobs like those nobody will be looking any higher than her cleavage.' She said matter of factly, before turning her attention back to her book.
Felicity raised an eyebrow at her mother, currently sprawled across her couch, Barker, ever the traitorous pet when her mother showed up, curled up next to her.
'You always say the sweetest things.' She replied sarcastically. 'Now seriously, do I look okay?'
Sapphire took a glug from her wine glass and no
