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I sip from the glass , the whiskey burning down my throat as I swallow . Elisa's brown doe eyes stare up at me , her eyelashes fluttering as she folds her arms across her chest , evidently pushing up her breasts and I watch her over the rim of my glass . "So , where is Isabella ?" Elisa's invading question causes me to pause . I sniff , placing the glass down on the table . "What do you mean ?" I know exactly what she means . Elisa has had a dislike toward Isabella since high school . Evidently , I took a liking toward Elisa , only because she reminded me of someone I could never have . In a way , this small , deviant blonde helped me escape Isabella's claws and I was appreciative .
We were mutuals . Well , the lil
