My Sister's Fiance
Issa dipped the corner of hers into the salsa with care, then glanced at her brother out of the corner of her eye.
Issa rolled her eyes and flipped her hair again. The little clips trembled.
Arianna grabbed a grape from the fruit bowl and popped it into her mouth. “By the way, who’s dumber: a man who cheats with a twenty-two-year-old Pilates instructor, or a woman who gets fresh filler and then goes to an outdoor brunch three days later?”
Without turning around, Sienna said, “The filler. The sun is police.”
“I’m picking the Pilates instructor,” I said. “Twenty-two-year-old women usually show up with matcha, abs, and social danger.”
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