“What look?” I hissed and looked at our mom who had her back turned to us.
“Mmmhmmm,” Simone grinned.
Licking my lips, I rolled my eyes at my older sister. We looked so much a like I couldn’t stand it. We were both mixed, same honey scorched skin tone and tight curls except Simone had more hazel toned eyes inherited from our long-lost father.
“Mom, I think Silver is seeing somebody!”
This bitch, I thought.
Before I could call my hand back, I was punching Simone in the shoulder.Hard.
“Shut up,” I said.
Our mother whipped around from the stove, her eyes wide, and wedding bells already going off in her head. Her glasses looked a little foggy and she gave them a wipe.
“Mom, I am not seeing someone,” I shook my head.
“Well, have you at least met someone?”
“You just want more grandbabies….which by the way, Simone is pregnant.” I stuck my tongue out at my sister.
“You bitch!” She hissed back playfully.
My mother clapped her hands together in glee while an easy laugh escaped from her body. “I have missed this.”
Just as she was about to plate the food a knock came at the door. Laughing I hopped up from my seat and headed towards the front door.
“Who is it?” Simone called.
“Not sure,” I replied peeking through the peep hole.
Starring back at me was my assistant and she had a bottle of champagne there with her. Opening the door, she looked slightly startled.
“Dani….”
Confusion clouded my voice as she offered a warm smile.
“So, I never told you that I was living a few doors down here. I saw you earlier with your mom and sister coming back from the grocery store.”
“Oh my God, where are my manners!”
I ushered my assistant inside, taking the bottle of champagne from her. We slipped into the kitchen where my mother was plating the spaghetti and Simone was talking to her husband on the phone.
“Mom, Simone…”
They looked up and took in Dani. A puzzling look came over my mother’s face but she shook it away, wiping her hand on her apron.
“This is my assistant Dani. She brought us a bottle of champagne. Hope you don’t mind if she stays for dinner.”
“Of course not,” My mom said.
“Dani, this is my big sister, Simone,” I pointed to my sister who had ended her call. “And this is my mother Ellen.”
Dani took a seat and my mom fixed her a plate of spaghetti while I popped the bubbly. Pouring it into some wine glasses, Simone gave me the stink eye.
“Not everyone has champagne flutes on hand, heffa,” I rolled my eyes.
“Should I have brought some?” Dani asked looking around.
