Mikayla POV
Everyone had begun to arrive for Dad’s BBQ; laughter and the sound of clinking glasses drifted up the stairs. I glanced in the mirror one last time, feeling a flicker of satisfaction. I wore a long red bohemian dress; the V neckline dipped low, and eight copper-colored buttons ran down the front, ending mid-thigh to reveal a teasing slit that flashed my legs when I walked or sat down. It was cute and sèxy, and for once, I didn’t feel guilty for thinking I looked good.
I was fastening a silver belt around my waist—one that looked like the buckles from a bolo tie—when a soft knock tapped against my door.
“Who is it?” I called, my voice softer as I slipped my tan mid-calf boots on.
“It’s me.”
My heart dropped. Natasha.
I hadn’t seen my sister in years—not since our last argu
