I handed the clothes to her again. "You aren't dressed enough. It's not appropriate."
"Appropriate? How? It's the 21st century already, Chelsea," Jane sneered, wrapped her arms around her breasts, and looked at me, showing no intention of taking the clothes in my hands at all.
Her voice was quite loud, and I wondered whether Cyril sitting in the living room could hear her.
I was a bit annoyed. I didn't want Cyril to know about my situation at home, but it seemed impossible to hide it from him anymore.
"Come on. Are you mad?" Jane leaned over, her tone provocative. "That's right. After all, you must have gone through a lot before finding yourself a boyfriend. If he likes me, you'll be devastated. Guys always pursue me and ignore you!"
I looked at her coldly. Since we were young, Jane had always looked down on me, her older sister. She used to think I was unfashionable, and even after I earned more money than her, she still looked down on me. She still tried to provoke me now that I was seeing someone.
Glancing at the Chanel classic bag by the bedside, I frowned, walked up to it, and felt its texture.
Cyril gave me this bag not long ago, so I could tell it wasn't fake.