Fatherless

ROSALINA'S POV

I was laying on the edge of Lily's bed, watching her change out of her black dress. She had just returned from Elena Salvadori's funeral with a band-aid on her knee.

"How did you get hurt?" I asked, pointing at her knee. She was in her underwear and her white bra did not match her blue panties.

"I fell," She said squeamishly. "The floor was slippery because of the rain."

"Yeah, blame the floor for your clumsiness," I said, playfully rolling my eyes.

Lily was as socially graceful as a giraffe on roller skates and her coordination was about as smooth as sandpaper. I gently prodded her plump tummy. It was like a small marshmallow pouch, too irresistible to poke.

"Ow! Stop that." She said, stepping away.

"You got some belly fat there," I placed my chin in my palm and swung my legs back and forth while lying on my stomach on the bed. Although Lily was on the smaller side, her body was noticeably softer compared to mine as I leaned towards a more slender physique. As a ballet