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I kept stealing glances and comparing myself to her in that hot-pink, skimpy sheath that just covered her bum and showed off her long, toned legs. She could have her fair share of men.
Unlike Kylie, I was no longer dressing like some perv magnet. I’d only found that wearing skimpy gear attracted wankers and old sleazy men. In any case, designer made me feel sexy.
“He looks a little rattled, and it seems like he’s giving her a tongue lashing,” Savanah said as she snuck a peek at Drake and Kylie.
“Mm… as long as it’s directed at her face and not her fanny.”
Savvie nearly spat out her drink with a giggle. “That’s amusing. I’m sure he’s more into you. He keeps looking over here.”
Mirabel strummed her guitar, and everyone’s attention went to the small lit-up stage.
“Hey, thanks for inviting me,” I said.
Savvie smiled. “You’re part of the family.”
That was what I wanted to hear. Being a part of something that didn’t involve scams and lies really mattered to me. Even when they were hating me, for which I couldn’t blame them, given my bitchy behaviour—I quietly admired my uncles and aunt.
As always, Mirabel stunned for all the right reasons. People just couldn’t take their eyes off her. She commanded such a presence on stage. Wearing a slinky green dress, she captured everyone’s attention not just because of her witchy songs but by her unique style. Fashion didn’t mean a thing to her, but yet, she always looked amazing. And Uncle Ethan was so in love with her. It was written all over his smile.
“Does Mirabel wear anything other than green?” I asked.
Savvie chuckled. “I asked her the same thing, and she said that green’s the colour of Venus.”
I nodded. “Nice. It suits her with that lustrous red hair.”
“It does. I love this song, too.”
“Me too.” Instead of watching the man I loved being seduced, I turned my attention to the stage.
The music swept me away to a magic forest filled with fairies and witches and sexy men in capes who looked like Drake. Her poetic words, sung in that husky voice of hers, gave me a break from the storm brewing within me.
After singing three songs, Mirabel welcomed Theadora onto the stage. My uncle’s wife sat at the piano and performed a solo as her fingers glided over the keys in an impressive, effortless fashion.
As I glimpsed Uncle Declan looking like a proud and smitten husband, I wondered if I would ever make my future husband proud—a question I never even would have considered once. I used to think that having me naked in bed was their special gift from me.
I couldn’t help but envy Mirabel and Theadora for their art. And Savvie, too, who was great at design.
What am I good at?
I regretted leaving school at fifteen, which was my mother’s doing. She’d paired me off with Peyton, and I’d ended up living a lazy life in his double-storey Chelsea home, where I’d learned how to fuck. He’d made me prance around the house in lingerie, and in return, I had a credit card I could spend to my heart’s content. Only I rarely smiled. Funny. As I thought back on that time, I couldn’t recall ever smiling.
Kylie had attached herself to Drake, and I wanted to tear her eyes out.
I joined them. After all, he was my boyfriend.
Wasn’t he?
We hadn’t been together for a few nights, which stung. He’d pushed me away and wasn’t returning my texts. I couldn’t figure out why, and even wondered if I’d upset him. Perhaps it was because he’d run off with Kylie.
Drake headed off to the men’s room, and unable to control my inner bad girl, I approached Kylie.
“You seem pretty close to Drake,” I said.
She stared me down like I was some worthless being. “He’s my boyfriend. Who are you?”
“Your boyfriend? He’s been with me for the last month or so.” I exaggerated because it had been less than that.
“Not anymore if I can help it.”
