I need to get out of here I think.
"Christina, what are you doing?"
"Well, since in a few days it's Christmas, I thought you might want to do something special for Four, so I'm dressing you like a doll, putting you in a box, and giving it to him, telling him you got it," she says evenly.
"No… no… Christina. I don't want to be dressed like a doll, I don't want to be put in a box, and I don't want to be a Christmas present."
"He'll like it."
"I know… maybe we could skip the box thing and I could just put a bow in my hair or something," I say, my cheeks red from giving in so easily.
"Yay!" she shrieks.
"Don't go overboard with the makeup, I don't want to look any younger than I already do."
"Fine, but-"
"No." I say, predicting her next move.
"But-"
"No!"
"Tris-"
"No, Christina! No means no! Don't go overboard with the makeup; that's all I'm saying!"
"Fine, but I just want to say; don't you think you'll look cute with two ponytails? You'll look adorable!"
"No… I think I'll look five," I say, irritated by her insistence.
"That's kinda what I'm getting at…" she teases.
"Christina!" I plead.
"Fine! You're so hard to work with… I now understand why all those serums never worked on you – you're too stubborn."
I dismiss her comment – I'm not going to tell her about my divergence – and let her explain the makeup choices - I chose a thin coat of blush and a light shade of lip gloss and tell her it's enough. She whines for a few but then leaves me to go shopping.