Angela sighed.
"Oh, so I'm not the only one suffering. You also have to pick one of these fluffy clothes, right?" she said, mimicking her sister's voice.
As she spoke, she reached into one of the racks and pulled out one of the most outrageous outfits she could find. It was a bright mix of red and blue in loud, clashing patterns, with thin gold tints and lines running across the fabric in swirling shapes that made the entire thing look overly decorative and dramatic for no reason.
She held the outfit up in front of Angel, extending her arms and then closing one eye, tilting her head slightly as if trying to imagine Angel wearing it.
"Oh, you have to suffer with me," Angela continued in a very poor imitation of Angel's voice. "We must all share the burden together."
"Actually, no. It's only you."
Angela lowered the outfit slightly and opened both eyes.
"Wait, what do you mean?"
"Do you remember that I'm in the military?" Angel said. "I'm the head of the guard forces. Division head and all that. So I have to wear a military uniform."
"Is that why you were wearing a semi-formal outfit earlier?"
"Yeah. It was just the first meeting. I didn't want to intimidate anyone. But now I actually have to go get my uniform. There's nothing for me in this section."
"What are you going to do?" Angela asked.
"Well," Angel said, walking toward the side wall, "I just need to put in a sequence code."
She entered a code near the wall, and another section of the closet opened.
Inside were neatly organized military uniforms.
Angel looked back at her sister.
"This section wasn't originally here. I had to convince Mother to allow me to add it. After a lot of convincing, she finally agreed because I made a good case. I told her that since I'm in the military and attend important meetings, I need emergency uniforms ready. So she approved it and unlocked this section for me. But the main room was made for all the sisters."
"Can't I take one of your clothes?" Angela asked.
Angel looked at her.
"Didn't I tell you to join the military?"
"…Yeah."
"And I told you that you could take any position, right?"
"Yeah."
"And when you said you didn't want to be on the field, didn't I tell you that you could be a military strategist? You could help create weaponry and technology?"
"…Yeah."
"And you refused, right?"
"…Yeah."
"So yeah. If you had accepted, you probably wouldn't have to wear these things. But I'm sure you can find something that works for you. It just can't come from this section. Good luck."
"I despise you."
"Hey, 'despise' is a very big word. You shouldn't use that against family. You understand?"
Angela put the outrageous red-and-blue outfit back onto the rack.
"Fine. Love you. I'll see you later."
"At the end of each section, there's a place where you can get dressed," Angel added. "You should go do that. I'm going to do mine, and we'll meet up after."
"Fine."
Angela started searching through the layers of fluffy, cute, patterned clothes, trying to find something decent to wear.