Things as ridiculous as a "favourite color" had never seemed relevant to me. After Stella left that giant hole in the family, my childhood came to a halt.
Yet for some reason, seeing Ariella wearing the color gave it a newfound beauty.
"And what's the reason?" She strode towards me. The halter top was dangerously low on her chest.
"I'll tell you later. For now, let's get out of here before my parents wake up and chain us to the couches downstairs."
She giggled, then rushed ahead of me, waving behind for me to follow.
"Calm down. You're going to wake the whole estate up if you keep stomping like an ogre."
She turned, her lips quirking up, then raised her foot and stomped. Once, then again.
"Have you lost your f*****g mind? Are you trying to wake them up? Do you want to deal with my m
