"Wow, we look stunning," Haley said.
"Really? Thanks. Well, we have some time before the party starts, so ..." Breanne said, trailing off at the end.
Haley could already feel herself getting tired and before long, both girls were fast asleep. But what reality would they wake up to?
"Wake up, you two. God, what lazy maids you are," a woman's voice said.
Haley and Breanne squirmed awake and saw who was talking to them. It was Breanne's mother.
"Mom? What is going on?" she asked. Her eyes went wide when she heard her voice. It was still definitely her voice, but it had a thick French accent.
"Mom?" the woman said. "I'm not your mother. I don't have any children. And if I ever do, I hope they never turn out like you, you worthless heap of ..."
"Mom, why are you talking like this?" Breanne asked, getting tears in her eyes. Breanne and her mother were always so close. But now her mother seemed to despise her. Why? And why was she continually talking with a French accent? What was going on?
