So, I just sit there with her for hours. I ignore the tremors my entire body suffers from, but somehow, my baby sister falls into a deep slumber in my arms. To her, the small shakes that rack my body are comforting.
But to me, they’re my worst enemy.
CHAPTER5
AMELIA
“His face looks so punchable,” I grit out as I dab foundation under my eyes, covering the dark circles.
Picking at her nails, Trinity eyes herself in the mirror. “Have you ever heard of Triple Threat before? I haven’t.”
“I’ve seen some Instagram posts,” I admit out loud.
When you’re in the music industry, you hear about everything, especially if your team thinks there’s a threat coming your way.
I guess that’s why they’re called Triple Threat.
“When?” Trin asks while straightening her black leather miniskirt.
I shrug my shoulders. “A while ago.”
“And you didn’t tell me?” She places a hand on her chest.
“I didn’t think it was important,” I say as I continue my makeup routine.
Trinity smirks. “Ah, I get it. It’s not like they’re ugly or anything. You’re in the beginning stage of denial.”
You’ve got to be kidding me.
“They’re our rival, Trinity. I couldn’t be in a relationship with one of them.” I nearly shiver in disgust. “I wouldn’t even breathe the same air as them willingly.”
Leaning down, she places her feet in her black pumps. “I’m sensing this is a very sore subject,” she mutters more to herself. “But imagine the hate sex.” She wiggles her eyebrows.
I roll my eyes at my best friend. “There will be no hate sex.”
Trinity is very persistent. I can practically see her big Cupid eyes from across my room. But this matchmaking won’t work. Triple Threat walked into our studio like they owned it. I was fearful I would catch their arrogance and cockiness like a disease. Who do they think they are?
They’re using our studio space, and frankly, I hate that. All three of us despise it. This would’ve never happened if we hadn’t signed all our rights away. And I’m not one to let my emotions get the best of me. I’m usually the one calming my brothers. Yet I can’t seem to do that this time.
Having another band in our studio space is perilous, and it blows my mind that the team is willing to take that risk.
“How’s Leonidas—”
“Don’t ask,” she interrupts with a sigh. “He’s so furious with the team. Why do they even care if they have anywhere to go? If it were another band, I’d understand, but them?” She shakes her head.
“He’ll calm down—eventually,” I tell Trinity as I gather my things, silently agreeing with my brother.
I hate that I’m like this, but I can’t help but look over at my best friend and envy her. Especially when she’s all done up. Trinity is stunning, as always. A true model.
She’s all I want to be.
I wish I looked like that, so effortlessly beautiful, confident … skinny.
Glancing at my worst enemy—the mirror—I smile and become the fake Amelia everyone sees. I blink back the sudden moisture that has made its way to my eyes as the uncomfortable pain, which never truly goes away, consumes my chest, where my heart lies.
Why can’t I be happy?
“The flaws you see in your eyes are perfect in mine. You are so incredibly stunning, Amelia. The way you look at me is the same way I look at you.”
