Today, I swear if father wasn't there, I would have strangled my own mother. Mother was dragging me yet again to another ball, and it was a masquerade ball. So she went to go shopping and came back with my nightmare. This huge dress that I could barely walk or dance (I couldn't run either, so I couldn't sneak away).
Mother said "Oh darling, you look beautiful. So elegant, the red make your eyes so bright."
Father walked in and said "Dear wife, It looks like you could fit a tank under that skirt of hers"
Mother whispers to him, but I clearly heard "Don't give her any ideas, that's the last thing we need coming from her"
