I reminded her that I had bought the dress weeks earlier. She did not care.
“There’s another outfit in Lily’s bag. Change her before dinner.” “No.”
Her expression hardened. “Then don’t complain when this becomes a problem.”
Half an hour later, we sat down to eat. Chloe leaned toward Lily. “I like that we match.”
Lily smiled. Danielle heard her. My mother immediately looked at me. “Hannah, couldn’t you have just changed her?
You know how Danielle feels.” I put down my fork. “Why should a four-year-old change clothes because a grown woman can’t handle two children wearing similar dresses?”
Danielle shoved back her chair. “This isn’t about dresses. It’s about you constantly trying to make Lily equal to Chloe.”
I stared at her. “They are equal.” Something changed in Danielle’s face.
She grabbed the skillet of fried chicken from the table. “Then maybe you’ll finally understand why I’m tired of seeing your daughter copy mine.”
