Page 15 of Girls Night
“That just shows that you’re still human in there somewhere, little sister,” she says with a chuckle. “Come on; get dressed, Sofi. The guests are arriving, and Papa is expecting us to be on time for once.”
It’s at that moment I realize I’m only wearing my panties. Apparently, I lost myself in little girl thoughts somewhere between painting my lips and brushing my hair.
I walk over to my bed quickly and grab the sundress that Anabella laid out for me. I pull it over my head, smooth out the small wrinkles near the hem, and then reach down under my bed for my best black flats.
I know that my sister is very self-conscious about my being a few inches taller than her, so I never wear heels in her presence.
One final glance into the mirror, a quick primp of my hair, and I’m ready to go down and act like a normal, young woman.
While I never particularly gave a shit about looking like a paper doll, I do my best to present myself in a way that would be pleasing to others.
“Ready,” I say with a smile as I walk over to take Tati’s outstretched hand and let her lead me out of my room. I listen to her talk on about the last man she fucked and how good it was all the way down the stairs and to the main floor.
With as much as I hate that she loves to give more detail than needed, I decide to let her have this little comfort of hers because there’s no one else she can tell these things to.
As daughters of El Señor, we are held to the highest regards in this life that we’ve been thrust into and must maintain a particular image.
But as I’ve said, we both have our secrets, andthatis our bond.
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“Mi hijas, there you are!” Papa exclaims loudly, a huge smile appearing on his face when he catches sight of us.
I can see the tension all over his face at us arriving a few moments late, but it will be forgiven as all things are.
Tati lets go of my hand almost instantly and rushes over into our father’s embrace. It makes me smile because, like me, all she wants to do is please him as best as she can. And sometimes, it’s merely showing up on time, dressed properly, and ready to entertain his guests like good little hosts.
“Sofi,” Papa says, snapping me out of my thoughts. I smile at him bashfully, a touch of crimson making its way across my cheeks as I quickly walk over to him and slip underneath his other waiting arm.
“You both are growing into beautiful young women,” the mayor says, and I do my best not to roll my eyes. His praise means nothing to me since most of Papa’s problems are caused by this two-faced bastard constantly swearing in new Federales to shut us down.
“Right,” I reply evenly.
Papa gently squeezes my side in an attempt to get me to let bygones be bygones just for tonight, but treachery is nothing I can ever forgive.
Alcalde Morales gives me a tight smile in return, and I decide it’s best if I turn my eyes away from him for the time being. Glancing around the room, I take in the guests that have already arrived and the ones that are still slowly streaming in.
Someone here is a spy, and I’m usually good at picking them out. No matter how much our father begs his daughters to just enjoy a simple gathering of Navolato’s Elite, I’m always ready to save his life at a moment’s notice.
Anabella enters the room with the rest of her staff, and I watch with a smile as they wander around the room with sterling silver trays adorned with glass flutes of champagne.
We exchange a small nod before I lose sight of her in the crowd.
After what she saw today, I’m sure the last thing she wants to do is linger any closer than she has to, evident by the fact that instead of serving Papa and his guests herself, she sent her daughter, Magdalena, to do it.
Our eyes linger on each other over the glass I raise to my red lips. She’s such a beautiful young woman, taller than average but not as tall as I am. Exquisite, naturally tanned skin, big hickory-colored brown eyes, and a smile that could call the devil forth anytime she wants. Her shiny black hair is tucked behind her ears, while the rest is held neatly in place by a silver clip.
All of the beauty that I could ever imagine in the world hides underneath her black slacks and white dress shirt. The curves of her body are a temptation that the same devil she calls forth wouldn’t be able to resist.
“Señorita,” she says, a smirk creasing her lips as she tears her eyes away from me. I stand next to Papa, watching as she makes a show of swaying her hips on the way to serve another guest.
Sighing, I drink down my champagne in one gulp, then loop my arm through my father’s, resting my head on his shoulder.
I’ll have to talk to Anabella about Magdalena but not in the way I would hope. Instead of telling her that I would love to know what her daughter’s cunt tastes like, I’ll find a way to get her mother to chastise her for her blatant display of sexuality at such an inappropriate time, and maybe she’ll send her away.
But not so far that I won’t be able to find her one day.
I just know that for now, it’ll be easier to focus on what my life should be instead of what I wish it was.
