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Rainy days are her favorite, but only from inside. More specifically from inside my father’s penthouse, as the tall windows offer the best view of the downpour.
She practicallylivesin fuzzy socks, only taking them off to dawn a pair of stunning heels, or to sleep.
Her favorite way to cuddle is simply sprawling out on top of me, and passing out so hard that she twitches in her sleep.
Like the fibber she is, she will vehemently deny that she enjoys snuggling at all.
If she could eat any food every day for the rest of her life, it would be my dad’s lobster rolls.
Her favorite drink is an ice cold vanilla coke, but she’ll tell anyone who asks that it's a Mai Tai.
She’s mine—but I already told you that.
So, here I come, sis.
ChapterTwo
Nova
The music is the first thing to hit me.Heartbeatby Childish Gambino shakes the floor, base pumping through the air while people dance and yell the lyrics. The frat house is packed with a crowd that is easy to ignore. I’m only interested in one thing here, everything else is just background noise.
Dawning my fishnet tights, leather mini skirt, tight-as-hell black cropped top, combat boots, and Ghostface mask, I maneuver my way through the crowded party. My tits are on display, the dip in my neckline near dangerously low. Only the soft black fabric of the mask’s hood, and the bits of my blue hair peeking out from underneath it decorate my shoulders, leaving the rest of my chest entirely exposed.
I would worry about the color of my hair making my target suspicious, but this party is entirely too dark to concern myself with the thought. Bright, deep blue hair is easy enough to conceal amongst the flashing LEDs. It’s Halloween, which means the aesthetic is much more important than the ability to see.
I only need to see one thing, and I think I’ve just found her. Wearing a white bodycon dress with capped sleeves and a hem that falls just above mid thigh, white satin chunky heels, and a halo floating above her head connected to a simple white headband, is my girl.
Her honey brown hair is blown out in waves, sitting at the same length as mine. She’s done her makeup light but added a white winged liner to match her look. Though usually more tan during warmer months, Cora’s skin lightens without enough sun exposure. Her small freckles fade, and she has more of a pink undertone to her, making her blushes all the more bright.
Still, her dress doesn’t wash her out. It lookslovely. Though, the irony of her costume isn’t lost on me. Cora may seem sweet externally, but she’s nowhere near holy. Divinely beautiful, certainly. Virtuous, innocent, and wholesome? Not a chance.
She can be the little angel I corrupt though, I have no qualms about that. Even if I like her just as the sinful little creature she is. I adore her sweet face and thirst for herwickedsoul.
Cora doesn’t make friends easily, but she makesfriendlyfast. She likes to surround herself with people she’ll never truly let in, so that she doesn’t feel alone so much. The only true friend she has is almost eight thousand miles away in South Africa with her family, taking a year off from her singing career. Sylvia has more than earned it, dominating the music charts for three years, and making a huge name for herself. She’s a good friend to Cora.
Ieven like her, and I don’t like anyone who takes time from Cora that she could be spending with me. Sylvia and Cora decided only to keep in touch virtually until the year is up, and there’s six months remaining. They knew if one of them were to fly out for a visit, parting would just be too painful. I know they FaceTime nearly every day though.
But for now, my stepsister surrounds herself with a variety of college girls she barely knows in order to blend with the crowd. She feels safe in the little group she’s created.Does she realize how easy it’ll be to get her alone?I’m getting a buzz just thinking about it—luring her to me.
Not wasting any time, I begin but start slow, keeping her in my line of sight without approaching. Minutes pass, and I can tell that she feels eyes on her, even if she hasn’t found me yet.
The group she’s with is slowly fanning out the longer I wait, leaving her vulnerable. Leaving her for me. Silly Cora, doesn’t she know parties always have distractions. It would be nearly impossible not to be caught alone at one, even momentarily.
When she sighs, checking the time on her phone, I strike. I float to her, gliding through the party without looking away from my girl. When she finds me standing just in front of her, she stifles a surprised expression.
My head tilts, and it’s like that one move activates her challenging nature.
She looks me up and down with a smirk. “Are you going to ask me what my favorite scary movie is, ghostess?”
It’s Evil Dead Rise. She likes anything new and terrifying, but she’ll enjoy a classic slasher every now and again too. So no, I’m certainly not going to ask a question I already know the answer for.
My head sways from side to side and she chuckles. “No? Not going to talk to me, are you? You’ve been staring an awful lot for someone who doesn’t want to talk to me.”
I grin behind my mask and tilt my head up, nodding toward the stairs. She follows the movement and her cheeks flush. “You’ll talk up there, then? Worried about your privacy?”
Sure, let’s go with that.
I nod encouragingly, reaching out slowly for her hand, giving her enough time to pull away. She doesn’t.
