Twenty Four

Anita looks real pretty in the short red backless dress she's twirling in. Six inch heels I would never think of wearing, she wore with pride. The dress hugged her curves, advertising her cleavage. Her thin lips are a bloody red, earrings sparkling. She is dressed up, looking all nice and lovely, for a murderer."You know, it was stupid of you to think that you can come in between Sia and I. He would never allow anyone to seperate us, so don't bother trying", she says snarkily. I roll my eyes at her antics."I learnt my lesson the hard way. I can never do such a thing now that this already healed wound would be a constant reminder" *of how much I hate you*, I wanted to add."Whatever. Sia says red suits me, you know since I have red hair", she says, checking herself again in the mirror.Red is not only the thing that suits you. Blood is. How can she be so comfortable with this slutty outfit? Shouldn't he be worried that another man would look at her? It's jealousy I know, but I don't want