A Woman’s Stepsister Borrowed Her Designer Dress, Ruined It, and Refused to Pay for the Damage – So She Did Something That Had Her Stepsister Screaming, ‘Have You Lost Your Mind?!’

I knew those voices.

Those were the friends Dad and Diane had banned after the shoplifting thing two years ago.

“The charity gala,” I said slowly. “You lied about where you were going, and who you were with.”

“It’s not a big deal!”

I kept scrubbing. Inside some loud, flashy venue, Valerie, in my emerald dress, climbed onto a bar stool, then the bar itself.

“You lied about where you were going.”

She spun in circles. She sat in a puddle of something. She wiped her hands on the skirt.

“That’s not careful,” I said.

“It’s fabric.”

On the screen, a bouncer-type guy was waving her through a door, and a friend asked, “Wait, how did you even get in? It’s twenty-one and over.”

On the phone, Valerie grinned into the camera and held up a plastic card.

“Wait, how did you even get in?”