Page 38 of Lunar Diamonds
Go me for staying vertical.
Isaac stepped out of the silver car looking like a million dollars, pounds, and every currency. His flawless fair skin glowed with a luminous golden hue only money could buy, his light brown hair styled to perfection. A set of blue eyes sparkled in his face. As he approached, an expensive scent wafted in my direction, making me feel like pond scum in his presence.
No, no, no. Don’t let this in…
Self-deprecation was not welcome here right now, thank you.
His teal suit, complete with an open white shirt, didn’t help my self-esteem. Envy was a big part of my dysmorphia, as well as feeling ugly.
Call me beastly and smother my head with a paper bag.
I fortified my sparkly inner walls against the wicked tide. I’d been doing so well to not fall apart tonight.
Isaac regarded the mansion, then the rest of us, his eyes landing on me last. “Hello.”
Was he The Star?
Erin came down the stairs to stand beside me. She smelled of rose perfume.
“Welcome back, Mr. Davenport,” she said.
He moved closer to me, his eyes narrowed in scrutiny. “You’re The Moon?” Isaac’s accent sounded both British and American at the same time—Cheshire by way of California.
“Y-Yeah.” I swallowed, overwhelmed and gasping for that tea.
His left eyebrow shot up. “Your eyes are like mine.”
I got a little starstruck, squirming as my scalp itched. “Are they?”
“Yep. Anyway, I’m Isaac. The Sun.”
“Riley.”
Oh, not The Star. I guess that would have been too obvious.
“Come inside for tea,” Erin said. “We have much to discuss.”
This supermodel was my brother.
Wow. The shock kept piling on, and I kept standing.
What a miracle.
Isaac folded his arms, stony faced yet pretty as hell. “Got anything stronger?”
Erin smiled, a harder gust of wind blowing around us. “Of course. Come.” She went back up the stairs.
The supermodel coughed, fumbling in his suit jacket pocket for something.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
“Holy fucking fuck,” he mumbled, pulling out a blue asthma inhaler. He puffed on it twice.
“Do you need anything?” I said, unsure of what to do.
He shook his head, clutching the inhaler to his chest. “We’re brothers. How the fuck is that even possible?”
“I don’t?—”
