“It’s okay to be jealous, I’ll allow it,” I replied as I donned some finishing accessories. Roc looked away and I realized that my joke had hit too close to the mark of our social stations.
As we walked down the hall toward the balcony stairs, Reagan’s voice sounded from a half step behind us.
“Hi fellas, don’t you two look dapper tonight.” She adjusted Roc’s ascot flirtatiously while his eyes widened at her smart hairstyle and much too revealing gown. My baby sister was growing into a beautiful young woman, even though I prayed against it.
“Who are you trying to impress?” I asked sharply.
“Oh, you never know who you’ll meet at these parties. Maybe a cute little Shipwight lord...” She stared off dreamily for a second before winking at the still dumbstruck Roc, then turning to walk bris
