“I would say that if we were going to live somewhere else, I’d choose Greece.”
With her eyes locked on to the harsh, sudden downpour of rain outside her window, Daphne groans and kicks a knitted cushion that bounces off the floor and into an overturned basket. Her skin seems to stretch over her bones as she shifts from her spot to stare at the younger redhead, eager and excited to start F R E S H, as if everything is what it once was.
“Please, you? Live with D r a c o? Don’t be so daft, Astoria. Even if he did let you live with him, I would not allow it. Not now, not ever.”
A hand runs through the wiry black locks of hair that was nestled on top of her head as sand scatters down to the wooden floor, sticking to her skin as though it’s glitter.
“I’m perfectly fine living with myself, but you are my sister and I could not possible leave you alone in a city filled with more bimbos than any other place in the world.”
