Dresses

"I hate this," I grumbled. Kara glared daggers in my direction. "Not this dress. Just the fact I'm even dress shopping at all!"
"Oh, stop being such a boy," my sister told me.
I smacked her shoulder. "Seriously Kara? You need to be such a jerk tonight, considering I'm doing this for you?" I gestured to the overpriced dress I was wearing. I hated dresses, skirts; anything like that. And for some reason, my sister decided to ask me if I would be her Maid of Honor in a couple months. Not her best friend, but the little sister she's never gotten along with.
"It's just a joke Rachel. Take a chill pill."
I just glared at her as I shut the dressing room door. The sooner I was out of this thing, the better.