Dallas’ p.o.v. I growl a little louder this time. I am done with being a Human pincushion.“Aunt Eliza, is this absolutely necessary?” I ask her as I look in the mirror to see Tyana stifling a smile.“You already know the answer to that question, Dallas. You need to follow protocol and that means wearing a dress.” Aunt Eliza responds.I know that she is right, but wearing a dress all day sucks. I've developed my own style over the past five years, and I only wear a dress when I have no other choice- and even then, it's after a lot of arguing.“Mommy. Mommy. Look.” I hear Rani, my almost five year old Daughter, say as she walks into the room.In the reflection of the mirror, I watch as she walks towards me in her bright pink ball gown. Behind her is Basil, Quinlan's almost five year old Son and he is wearing a little black tuxedo.“Oh, my. I thought that Qui
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