I looked down and the Coke and gasped. The bottle said, "Share a Coke with Jennifer." The look of shock on Stephanies' face and the subsequent tears told me this wasn't premeditated. She had just grabbed the drinks and didn't even notice. But I did, and so did my step-sister apparently who put my fears to rest that she would in fact be at my wedding.
I was furious, my head was about to blow clear of my shoulders. Arle looked up at me with a blank stare, utterly confused as to why I wasn't frightened of her. If she had used her gifts she would have seen that I suffer from irrational fears, not rational ones, so while a giant elevator might send me screaming into the night, demon possession did nothing. But ripping my vintage Chanel would set me off into a apocalyptic explosion the world has never seen.