“But if we’re all princesses, so why wouldn’t we all be Christan?” Ariel sniffed, tears welling in her eyes. “I don’t understand.”
Jasmine crossed her arms and let out a harrumph. “I’m done.” she said. “You try, Cindy.”
Cinderella looked up from her needlepoint. “Don’t get me involved in this,” she said.
“Just tell her,” Jasmine demanded.
Cinderella shook her head. “Ask Mulan.”
“I think it would sink in if It came from one of you Anglos.”
Belle, who’d been sitting quietly reading while sitting in one of the overstuffed bean bags in the corner of the main lounge, cleared her throat with a warning tone.
Jasmine shot her a glare and snarled: “What about you, ‘Beauty’?”
Without looking up from her novel, Belle held up her middle finger at Jasmine.
“You don’t have to turn everyone against me,” Ariel broke down and wailed. “I’m new to this. I just want to be friends.”
“I give up!” Jasmine said, throwing her hands in the air. “It’s like you just got your legs yesterday, stupid machah sag.