After fighting with Niklaus for another fifteen minutes, I finally got dressed in a light pink oversized long sleeved tee and a baby blue tube skirt. Slipping on a pair of white converse, I walked back into the bedroom where Niklaus gave me a once over.
"You're wearing that?" He c****d in eyebrow. I frowned and looked at myself in the mirror of the vanity.
"What? Sorry I don't look like I'm going to a casual funeral." I stuck my tongue out at him and pushed past him, walking out the door. He followed behind me, cursing under his breath about 'babysitting a spoiled child.' I spun around on my heel, "Excuse me, Sir-" I poked his chest with my index finger, "I'm nineteen, not nine and I may be spoiled but I'm thankful for everything I have. I don't know what I did to offend you, but I do no
