Chapter Six
There was no sign of my neighbors, but my cousin Felicia was standing on my doorstep. She smiled and waved as I pulled up to the house. Although I love her, I suspected Brandon taking me out spurred her unexpected visit. Okay, it may have been a few weeks since Brandon and I had spent much quality time together. Still, it was just a little dinner out, a reprieve.
Felicia is the closest I ever came to having a sister. She is three years my junior, about five-foot-six, is a bit curvaceous and is one of those people who cheers up everyone she meets. Her style changes every few years, but she is the girly-girl with everything manicured, pedicured, painted, color coordinated, coifed, and hair-sprayed.
I was a wannabe next to her, lucky to paint my nails once a month, maybe.
