“Is he here alone?”
Her eyebrows move up into a questioning look.
“Does he have a woman with him?” I ask again.
She shrugs.
“I don’t know. He wouldn’t tell me even if he did.”
“So you made up that story about the Sandoval brothers to ease me into the idea that he might show up.”
“No. What I said was true. It is true. They’ll get together at some point to have that conversation, but I can’t tell whetherCallum O’Hara will join them or not. He might not be in town tonight. I’m sure he has plenty of things to do.”
“Yeah, right…” I mutter. “Okay. You can go now,” I say, suddenly irritated with the story.
What a dick he is.
I hate him.
“Please don’t be late,” Nona says, ready to leave.
“I’m late already, so what difference does it make?”
“It does. Sylvia also asked about you. They both want to see you.”
“They’ll see me,” I murmur, talking about my grandparents, suppressing the not-so-nice thoughts in my head. “I need some time alone.”
Without a word, she exits the room, while I slide into the tub until the water drapes over my bare shoulders like a royal cape.
6
LEILANI
The party grows louderoutside the house when I enter my walk-in closet and pick a sheer, long, flowing dress, fitted at the waist and over my chest, the cleavage revealing my round, full breasts, and the neckline stopping short of my nipples.
Whirlpools of dark brown hair move over my shoulders and long sleeves balloon before morphing into bejeweled cuffs around my wrists.
A tight belt with a matching studded buckle sits around my waist.
If my mother were alive, she’d have a nervous breakdown.
It wouldn’t be because my dress is enticingly revealing, despite being a long-sleeved, floor–length evening gown.
The fabric covers my entire body, yet the skirt opens up in the front, exposing my legs, and the cleavage almost reaches my belt with only a few inches of separation left.
The shape of my body is on display for the pleasure of the occasional onlooker.I’m thinking about wearing pasties to covermy nipples, although I may go without them just for the heck of it.
High-waisted white satin shorts hug my hips, setting off my bum, while shades of white and coral mix in an abstract pattern throughout the layers of my dress.
Sicily's sun is still locked onto my skin, highlighting my bright smile and sparkling eyes.
She’d have a nervous breakdown because I’ve never looked better.
It’s like my celibacy and being isolated in this house have worked wonders on me.
She’s always seen me as her competition––even when there was no reason for that.Although there were reasons for it later.
That aside, she was an attention whore and wouldn’t take it lightly that I look the way I look if she were here tonight.
