Jessica, John’s sister

Morgana walked into Jessica’s room. John managed to see her going through Jessica’s closet.

“These are all okay,” Morgana said, throwing Jessica’s dresses into a pile. “But none of them will make the perfect dress on their own.”

“Please be quiet,” John said, “We can’t let-“

“Who are you?” Came Jessica’s voice from the doorway. “And what are you doing with my clothes?”

“Don’t worry, sis,” John said holding her back, “She’s my date for prom, she doesn’t have a dress and wanted to borrow one of yours.”

“Yes,” Morgana said, trying to act nonchalant. “I need a perfect gown.”

“Well, did you find one?” Jessica asked.