Page 81 of Shifting Hearts 1
The siblings sat in their living room watching a romantic comedy. Seraphina found her thoughts continuing to wander back to Jasper repeatedly.
“Why don’t we go out tonight? You’ve been in the city for a while and we haven’t done anything fun.”
“I don’t know,” she replied with a wary shrug.
“Come on. One of my clients works at a club. He sent me a flyer.” Mara pulled out her phone and showed it to them.
Sinners and Saints Party
Dress to please or dress to tease
Sinfully delicious themed cocktails
“You guys can go. I’ll stay home.”
“No!” Mara said firmly. “I won’t let you waft about the house in denial. Stretch your wings and have fun with us.”
Despite her foul mood, Seraphina laughed as her siblings threw their arms around each other’s shoulders and adopted the same angelic look. Their eyes glowed with persuasion, though it wouldn’t work on her.
“Fine,” she acquiesced.
Mara clapped her hands and grabbed Seraphina’s hand. “Time to get ready.”
She dragged her down the hall and pushed her into her bedroom. Seraphina plopped on the bed with a sigh.
“None of that now. Come on. Do you think I should go as a devil?” Mara punctuated by lifting her fingers over her forehead to simulate horns.
“Really?”
She shrugged. “It’s fun to dress up and cause a little mischief. But I think we should keep you as an angel.”
“It’s forbidden to show my wings to mortals.”
Mara waved off her concern. “We’re going to a club. Patrons will think you’re in costume. It will be fine. I promise. Angelo is a good man. He’s aware of our nature.”
Her sister’s face softened as she spoke about him. Some mortals were privy to the existence of celestials, while somewere devout believers. Impactful interactions led to exposing or sharing knowledge. Yet there were ways to influence and remove memory.
Seraphina waited for Mara to elaborate, but when she didn’t they moved on. There was much at stake for the elder sister, and when she was ready to confide, the youngest was ready to listen with an open heart.
Mara chose black booty shorts over fishnet stockings and thigh high boots. Her chest was barely contained in a tight, black crop top, exposing several inches of her midriff. She wore her hair down and pulled out a pair of black costume wings from the closet. She slipped her arms into the straps. The dyed feathers stuck at unnatural angles.
“You’re not going as a demon?” Seraphina asked.
“Hell no.” She shook her head. “I’ve fallen, but I’m not actually a demon.”
The girls looked through the wardrobe to find Seraphina something comfortable to wear. Unfortunately for her, her sister pulled something more scandalous from the closet.
“Absolutely not,” she argued.
“This is about looking, but not touching. You’re as pure as driven snow, Sera. Men will look at you and fantasize about the wedding night.”
She pulled on the lace bodysuit. The delicate fabric clung to her curves, emphasizing her breasts and hips, while strategically applied rhinestones caught the light. The neckline plunged to her navel, while straps held the thin fabric together. She pulled on white thigh-high stockings and white heels.
Her hair was the only pop of color as her make up was fairly light.
When they walked out to the living room, Brock was relaxing on the couch with his hands behind his head. His legs were stretched out before him, covered by black slacks and blackboots on his feet. Thick black leather straps crossed over his shoulders and connected by a metal ring. His hair was pulled back in a ponytail.
Their hired driver dropped them off in front of a brick warehouse. A line of scantily clad men and women were lined up, waiting for the bouncer to let them in. He checked IDs and took money. Instead of waiting in line, Mara led them straight up to the bouncer and showed him the invitation on the phone.
