Dominic
"You look like shit." He turned his head so fast he wouldn't be surprised if he had whiplash.
What the...Tired eyes focused on the small diminutive figure standing a bit too cocky before him.
The tall graceful debutante entered the temporary master suite without knocking. Well, she looked more like an 8th grader than an 18-year-old college freshman with her tight ponytail, long-sleeved shirt, cut-off Levis, and a worn pair of Converse. Her favorite ensemble.
Years of practice kept Dominic's expression bland, used to his sister's outrageous personality. He raised his stormy grays to her delicate beauty, blue-violet eyes flashing with concern met his and she flipped her palest of blond hair. "I am fairly sure that we are not running out of money, sis."
"Pft...I'm sure too. Never
