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Delilah’s tuition at the academy cost my parents a fortune which left them with very little to spare on me. I don’t mind, of course. Delilah’s an omega and she needs the best platform to secure her future.
I spot Mom and Dad close to the front. Muttering apologies to the people who’ve already taken their seats, I slide into the row to take my place between my parents.
“Where have you been?” Mom whispers loudly. “The showcase will start anytime.”
“D needed me to take care of something for her.”
Mom and Dad stare at me.
“What’s that on your forehead?” Dad asks, brushing a finger along the sore, throbbing spot on my temple.
“It’s nothing.”
Mom frowns. “Iris, did you get into trouble?”
“Of course, not. Just relax.”
“I wish you’d dressed up for today, hun,” says Dad.
“This is all I have.”
“You could’ve borrowed one of Delilah’s dresses,” Mom says. “She’s got plenty of clothes at home. You just like making up excuses.”
“Her clothes are tight on me.” Despite being younger, my boobs were two sizes bigger than my sister’s. All her dresses stretched tight across my chest or showed off too much cleavage.
Delilah said it looked sexy. I found it uncomfortable and embarrassing.
Soft music starts playing overhead and the chatter dies away.
“It’s starting!” Mom squeals.
Dad adjusts his glasses and leans forward in his seat.
I smile at their excitement. They absolutely dote on Delilah.
I lean back in my chair and focus on the curtain sliding aside. It’s going to be one boring, uneventful showcase and I couldn’t be happier about it.
2
Iris
Delilah’s solo with the harp is the last performance of the showcase.
They’ve set her up in the middle of the stage while several dancers in white, floaty dresses dance to the tune she plays.
The spotlight over her is soft and golden, accentuating the soothing atmosphere she’s creating with her music. Eyes closed, she lets her fingers drift along the strings.
Mom and Dad, along with the rest of the audience, watch her with wide-eyed fascination.
My lips curve in a smile throughout her performance. I’m so glad I got to catch those omegas who wanted to ruin her recital tonight.
Warmth and happiness bubble inside me as I let the soft music wash over me.
Delilah gives the best performance of the evening. No wonder her mentors and instructors reserved her recital for the end.
“Iris, go grab the bouquet from the car,” Mom says when the anchor instructs the audience to move to the banquet room. “We must be the first ones to hand it to her.”
“I’m sure her fans at the academy will get to her first.”
