My parents forced me to cook and clean all weekend for my sister’s party with 50 guests.

mascara streaked beneath both eyes. Her silver party dress sparkled under the cheap ceiling light, but her face was pale and scared.

For one moment, I almost felt sorry for her.

Then she pounded on the door.

“Emily, open up!”

I opened it but kept the chain locked.

Madison’s eyes widened. “Seriously?”

“What do you want?”

She glanced over her shoulder, embarrassed continue reading …