money keeps this house running now,” she said. “And honestly? No one wants to see you prancing around in some overpriced princess costume.”
Then she tossed her brand-new designer handbag onto the counter.
The tag was still hanging from it.
I stared at it.
“So there’s money for that?” I asked.
Her chair scraped across the floor when she stood up.
“Watch your tone.”
“You’re using our money.”
Her voice went cold.
“I’m keeping this family afloat. You have no idea what things cost.”
“Then why did Dad say it
