Austyn
"Are you ready to try on dresses? I have a rack of beautiful gowns designed by the best of the best. You already know, nothing but the best for my family," Mom says, and I roll my eyes. "I already have what I am wearing," I tell her. "Austyn, no," she tells me. "Mom, seriously, stop. I'm 18 now, and you can't control me or what I wear. If you expect me to go and be there supporting as a family, then I expect you to be okay with me choosing my own outfit. I will make sure the outfit is up to your standards," I tell her. I need to start standing up to her and telling her no. The sooner she starts hearing that from me, the better. Especially because, eventually, Zeus and I have to come out to my parents. When she says we can't be together, I have to stand up to her,
