FORTY SIX– WEIRD SUSPICIONS

MIRA

Anna finally manages to drag me out of the house after hours of just staying under my covers and dreaming of a man who might just never be mine.

Close to thirty minutes of indecision later, we finally agree on the pool owned by Vanessa’s estate. We skinny dip all day and just make plain, mindless conversation.

But when she continues to look all bothered, I know something’s definitely up with her.

“Okay. Out with it. What’s wrong?”

Her beautiful baby blues meet mine.

“Um…nothing. Nothing’s wrong. Everything okay.” She hits me with a plastic smile which nearly blinds me.

Nope. Not fooled.

I heave myself out of the pool and plop down beside her, draping my arm around her skinny shoulders.

“Hey, have you been eating properly?” I ask, inwardly cursing myself for being too immersed in my personal problems and failing to notice my sister’s declining weight.

“Yup. I’ve been eating. I told you I was accepted as a runway model for the upcoming Dior fashion show.”

Yes, I remember that day.