SERENA'S POV
I sighed at the person standing before me.
Not in excitement, but in exasperation, laced with a tinge of irritation too.
So much for thinking it was Raphael, when in fact, it was the last person I wanted to see right now, his bitchy little sister.
“What do you want?” I asked in a deliberately bored tone, my face sliding into an uninterested mask as I studied the sly smile curving her lips.
Her finger twirled through strands of her hair—so uncannily similar to Raphael’s in color, but worn much longer, deliberately styled to cascade in large ring of curls down her back.
“You thought it was him, didn’t you?” she mocked, eyes glittering with mischief.
“Is that why you’re all dolled up like the slut that you are?” She squinted her eyes with a snare as she gave me a once ove
