Saving the Sunday

"Hey, I didn't bring any clothes with me, so I had to wear yours." Madilyn said as she twirled around as if she was trying on a new dress.

However, the one who actually replied at this point was not her daughter. It was Rose.

"Bitch…" She mumbled.

"Yea, she could be one, yes." Jane nodded her head as she spoke.

"Why the hell is she wearing my dress?" Rose asked.

"I don't know. Try asking her." Jane replied, giving out a smug smile at that point.

"Oh, come on! Don't do that smile right now." Rose sighed before turning towards Madilyn. "Why the hell are you wearing my dress?" She asked.

"Oh, was this your dress? I mean, it looked so nice on me that I just had to wear it." Madilyn replied. "Also, it was just lying around in the living room, so I thought it was Jane's." She shrugged.

"Now, I know for a fact that you are capping right there. This was for sure not lying around in the living room." Rose was confident about that fact.