Arlene
"Arlene!"
I didn’t bother to turn; I knew exactly whose voice that was.
We used to be close, and I would have sworn loyalty to her years ago—before her mother attempted to take my life.
"Arl—"
"If there’s anything you want to say, Daisy, go ahead and stop making a nuisance of yourself," I replied, brushing away the small strands of makeup meticulously applied to my face.
She stopped right behind me, glaring daggers at me through the reflection in the mirror. I scoffed at how unkempt my little sister looked. She mirrored her mother all too well.
If this had been a different situation, I might have teased her about how beautiful she had grown to be. She had her mother’s brown, deceptive eyes, and her flawless figure could easily pass for that of a model or actress. Well, she wa
