My cousin is a weirdo & a biatch. When she was 15, she desperately wanted a quincanera (that's a coming out party in the Mexican culture) but she didn't have any friends to be her ladies of honor. That "wonderful" job fell to her female relative which included me, my little sister, and another cousin among others. We were forced to wear midnight blue taffeta monstrosities with fake pearls as jewelry. My aunt insisted we had matching hair so we looked like valley girl rejects from the 1980's. Too much AquaNet!
My poor brother was forced to be her escort. She as exciting as paint drying. She sat most of the time hunched up & wouldn't talk to anybody. Finally, halfway through the misery of the party, some fugly guy walks in & she runs up to him to dance. It turns out he was her secret boyfriend but she told him that I had an STD and that my cousin was a lesbian b/c she did not want him to pay attention to us. I had to endure family members asking if I really had herpes. I was pissed as well as my mom. My poor aunt apparently slapped her that night for talking so badly about he own family. That was the last time I saw this cousin.