"Uh-uhn, No way." He pointed at her as she walked out of the room. "There's no way you're wearing that_that_that mosquito net you call a dress. You're not going anywhere in that." He stomped. "Are you out of your mind Piccola? You wanna go to a place like that looking like this huh? Where do you think you're going? A beach party? That thing barely covers your butt, and the neck is so damn low, and it's f*cking transparent. Are you going to buy something or sell something?"
"Oh big brother. It's a black dress, the day is also turning black, everything will be dark, nobody can see anything. And besides, I'm a baby, remember. You think of me as a baby, so why are you so worried about what a baby girl is wearing?"
