Sisters reconciliation

(Juliet’s POV)

“Why exactly are you so jealous of me?” I asked again. This time around, her eyes twitched but she still burst into laughter. Of course I knew she was only trying to hide the fact at first, she was still going to come back to her senses?

“What the hell do you mean ‘hate’ and ‘jealous’ of you? Like, I literally have everything you don’t have, babe. I have the perfect body that turns men’s heads; I’m so pretty a stranger would beg to stare at me for hours; my model-like body is a killer, and literally, everyone fucking loves me where you are despised. So, why would I even bother to care about you at all when you aren’t a threat to me in any way?” She asked, laughing maniacally. This time around, she had stopped leaning back on the entrance and was standing on her own right now.

“Well, you tell me, because the signs of your jealousy are there, sis. You are literally so jealous of me and I don’t know why you would fail or be blind to believe that you are. You aren’t being t