I was more than pretty
For a moment, I let the noise of the city drown the noise in my head.
Then, warmth.
A sudden pair of arms slid around me from behind. I stiffened, heart jerking in my chest.
“Eve,” a familiar voice sang softly, “there you are.”
I turned slightly, already knowing.
Serena.
Her embrace was light, almost affectionate, but there was always something calculated about Serena. Her beauty was sharp, deliberate; her words often carried double meanings dressed in silk.
She drew back and smiled at me, eyes glinting with something I couldn’t quite read. “I was looking for you. Thought I’d lost you to the night sky.”