I’m wearing a yellow and pink tweed off-shoulder minidress from Oscar de la Renta and Bridget said it was too cold to wear it so I definitely wore it, and even though I paired it with the double-breasted brushed wool and cashmere-blend coat from Sergio Hudson, I didn’t put it on because having a sister is weird and I wanted to spite her even if it was at the cost of myself, and during the five-second walk from the town car to the club I thought probably I was about to die from hypothermia.
perfectly encapsulates sisterhood
