A week earlier, Precious sat in her room with Lucy, plotting. "She's too perfect," Precious hissed, pacing. "She acts all innocent, like she's better than us. I can't stand it!"
Lucy smirked. "Then let's remind her of her place."
Precious hesitated. "But we've never celebrated her birthday since her mother died. If I suddenly act nice, she'll suspect something."
"Leave that to me," Lucy said with a sly grin. "We'll make her think she's finally accepted."
From that moment, the plan was set. Precious would pretend to reconcile with Debby. They'd lure her into a false sense of security, and then on her birthday, they'd take her to a club and set her up with men who'd ruin her reputation.
In the following days, Precious played her part convincingly. She apologized to Debby, offering to make up for years of mistreatment. "I know I've been terrible," she said with faux sincerity. "I want us to be real sisters."
Debby, weary but longing for connection, reluctantly accepted. For once, Precious seemed genuine, even taking her shopping to pick out a birthday dress.
At the mall, Precious encouraged her to try on a glittering red gown. Debby stared at her reflection in disbelief. She had never owned anything so beautiful. Precious smiled warmly, handing her matching shoes and a bag. "You deserve this," she said, though her heart seethed with jealousy.
But as they returned home, Precious's expression darkened. She hated how stunning Debby looked in the dress. Her plan to humiliate her couldn't come soon enough.