Ellie was furtively observing her brothers while pretending to care about whatever Jack, Eva, and Gena were chattering about. As a woman, she was already well aware that Rita wished Dave to vanish into thin air. The way she tossed her hair back whenever speaking to Oliver; that coy eyelash bat she was awarding him and was way overplaying in Ellie's expert opinion. That Latina bimbo was most certainly after her baby bro, Ellie was convinced.
It annoyed her. No, it infuriated her. Watching Dave slowly realizing what she herself had realized half-hour ago at least. Watching that mocha-skinned hussy seducing her shy kid bro with a slew of well-timed giggles and hair tosses—which she herself could easily outperform, she had no doubt. She wanted that b***h dead.
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