My Sister's Fiance
Over my head, he raps five times in a heavy rap with brief pauses in between.
A moment later, the door opened, and a black-haired maid in a tight black dress stood on the other side. "Signor de Sanctis." The woman smiled brightly at him, but her smile fell as her eyes dropped, and she looked up at me. Squinted gaze, false eyelashes, and all. She did a great job with the makeup, I must admit, but the way her lips curled in disgust as if I were a cheap whore was just plain gross.
I didn't do anything with it. It would really be a waste of my time. Why should I reprimand her when I'm only Nicholas' fiancée's sister.
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