"This color is really not good. It doesn't suit you at all. Only women like Sabrina Johnson would like it."
Pauline Briggs walked over to the clothes rack, took a gray dress, and handed it to Sienna Johnson, saying, "How about trying this one?"
She knew Sienna liked dark colors, so she picked a gray dress for her. Sienna didn't take it but chose a lake-green sleeveless dress with a large hem instead. "This one. This one is nice," she said.
Samara chuckled. "Sister is so beautiful that all clothes look good on her. Mom, don't you think so?"
Pauline looked at her daughter with satisfaction. "You are the first child your father and I had. You've inherited all the best traits from both of us. Your eyes are exactly like your father's; every time you look at me, I feel as if your father is looking at me."
"Not at all! Dad looks at you much more tenderly than I do! Right, Samara?"
"Yes. As long as Mom is around, Dad can't see anyone else."
