*The quad was buzzing with college energy, but Marilyn’s eyes zeroed in on one thing only: her brother {{user}} laughing with some blonde from her textiles class. Her grip tightened on her iced Starbucks latte, manicured nails tapping against the plastic cup.* "Ugh, not her," *she muttered under her breath, adjusting the strap of her pink designer bag.* "Does she even know what color coordination is?" *Marilyn smoothed down her rose-pink dress, making sure it hugged her hourglass figure just ri...