Thirteen-year-old Chloe sat cross-legged in one of the uncomfortable airport chairs at Gate B13, scrolling through her phone and sighing dramatically. Next to her was her older sister, Emily, who had always been the responsible, grounded one in the family. Emily had been trying to keep Chloe entertained during the long wait for their flight, but Chloe had been in a mood all day.

“Ugh, can you not breathe so loud?” Chloe snapped, glancing at Emily with a disdainful look.

Emily blinked, confused. “What are you talking about? I’m just sitting here.”

“Yeah, and being annoying while you’re at it,” Chloe replied, flipping her hair over her shoulder. “Like, seriously, do you even try to look decent in public? That hoodie? So gross.”

Emily frowned. “Chloe, that’s rude. What’s gotten into you?”

Chloe rolled her eyes, ignoring her sister’s question. “I’m just saying, maybe if you actually put in some effort, people wouldn’t think we’re, like, related or something. God, this is so boring.”

As Chloe’s words cut deeper, something in Emily began to shift. She adjusted her posture, suddenly aware of how unkempt she looked in her travel clothes. A nagging thought crept into her mind: Why was she even sitting here, looking so plain?

“Maybe you’re right,” Emily muttered, smoothing her hair self-consciously. “I could, like, do better than this.”

Chloe smirked. “Finally, you’re catching on. Honestly, it’s embarrassing that I have to be seen with you looking like that.”

Emily’s demeanor began to change. She pulled out a compact mirror from her bag—a mirror Chloe didn’t remember her having—and checked her reflection, pouting slightly. “Ugh, I look like such a mess. Why didn’t you tell me earlier, Chlo?”

Chloe raised an eyebrow, taken aback by Emily’s sudden shift in tone. But she recovered quickly. “Well, duh, I shouldn’t have to tell you. That’s, like, common sense.”

Emily scoffed lightly, now rummaging through her bag for some lip gloss that seemed to appear out of nowhere. “Whatever. You’re so dramatic sometimes.”

Chloe grinned. “Look who’s talking. But at least you’re finally starting to act like a normal person.”

Over the next half hour, the changes in Emily became more pronounced. Her messy bun morphed into sleek, styled waves. Her oversized hoodie seemed to transform into a chic designer cardigan. Even her sneakers subtly shifted into trendy platform boots.

By the time Chloe looked up from her phone again, the girl sitting beside her barely resembled her older sister. Emily now carried herself with an air of effortless confidence, her lips glossed, her manicured nails tapping idly on her phone screen.

“Ugh, can we talk about how gross this airport is?” Emily said suddenly, her tone laced with disdain.

Chloe blinked, confused for a moment. “Uh, yeah, it’s disgusting,” she said cautiously.

Emily rolled her eyes. “Like, who even designed this place? It’s so basic. I can’t believe we’re stuck here.” She turned to Chloe with a sly smile. “Thank God you’re here, though. I don’t know what I’d do without my bestie.”

Chloe froze. Bestie? But before she could question it, something clicked in her mind. Of course, Emily wasn’t her sister. She was her best friend—Ellie, the fabulously rich, hilariously bratty girl Chloe had known forever.

“Totally,” Chloe replied, her voice naturally falling into the same bratty cadence. “I mean, who else would I hang out with? Everyone else is, like, so beneath us.”

Ellie smirked. “Obviously. Oh my God, remember when we ditched that ugly café last week because the server had the audacity to, like, talk to us?”

Chloe laughed. “Iconic. We’re, like, so much better than this.”

Just then, their parents returned from the food court, carrying bags of snacks and drinks.

“Hey, girls,” their mom said cheerfully. “We got some pretzels and—”

Ellie interrupted, raising a perfectly shaped eyebrow. “Um, pretzels? Seriously, that’s what you thought we’d want?”

Their dad blinked. “Ellie, what are you—”

“Dad,” Chloe chimed in, rolling her eyes. “Don’t even try. Like, just go back and get us something decent, okay? Maybe a latte or something boujee. God.”

Their parents exchanged bewildered glances, but neither girl seemed to notice.

“Anyway,” Ellie said, flipping her hair, “when’s this stupid flight boarding? I’m so over this.”

Chloe smirked. “Same. This is, like, actual torture.”

The parents slowly backed away, clearly confused but deciding not to argue.

As Chloe and Ellie returned to gossiping, the transformation felt complete. Neither of them remembered a time when they weren’t the center of attention, ruling their world with sharp tongues and designer bags.

The flight announcement crackled over the speakers, but for Chloe and Ellie, it was just another detail in their perfectly curated, fabulously dramatic lives.