My eyes took in her appearance, and I wondered if she ever considered her own actions. She was still young enough to know better and old enough to make better choices. As far as she was concerned, her reputation meant less than her conscience allowed. Bella was far too focused on enjoying the attention she received from the way her body curved; she was a siren for the opposite sex.
She huffed and waved my comment away. “Don’t think you’re the only one after him…”
Bella stood and studied herself in the mirror of our shared room, hitching her skirt higher and the bodice lower.
“He’s never been interested in any of the girls who threw themselves in his path.” Her hands traced the curve of her waist. “So, if I were you, I’d go after someone more in your league, little sister.”
“Why are you so mean, Bella?”
She laughed. “What’s mean about saying the truth?”
“I had a really nice time for once, and all you want to do is ruin it.”
She gasped. “Me?”
I knew her tactics. If I made a fuss, she’d end up calling our mother to fabricate a story about me starting a fight with her.
“Gosh!” She threw herself on the bed. “You can’t even take a joke. I’m just warning you, that’s all. So, you don’t get your hopes up.”
Laying backwards and shimmying out of the dress, the strapless bra and panty ensemble she wore was stark white against her pale olive skin.
“I don’t have any hopes, Bella.”
“Gianni Marcello has one love, and that’s boxing,” she stated as though she knew everything about him. “I just don’t want my little sister to get hurt by a good-looking guy, who’s got no interest in her, that’s all.”
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