Page 94 of Liar
“No. You recruited me to help serve refreshments and that’s what I’ll be doing.”
The eldest twin, by two minutes exactly, chuckles. “We insisted on the red dress for a reason,mija.”
“And it wasn’t to squeeze limes intolimonada,” the younger twin pipes up.
“My brother will kill me if I draw that kind of attention.”Not that the threat has ever stopped me before.
“We can keep a secret,” they answer as one.
“I’ll dance later, perhaps. But for now, would you like to hear my news?”
The eldest claps her hands together. “You’re getting married.”
“Um ... no. Not even close.”
“You’re pregnant?”
I snort. “Not unless the saint of impossibilities, the good Saint Rita of Corsica, says it’s so.”
They burst into hilarious laughter.
“Impossible, she says. So, make it possible, Luciana. The man over there can’t take his eyes off you.” I swallow hard before stealing a look in the direction she’s pointing to, then breathe a sigh of relief. “That’s my friend, Javier.”
“Friends make the best kinds of husbands.”
I hide my smile. Neither of the sisters ever married.
The eldest nudges the younger. “But thelindojovenover there is the best kind of lover.”
My cheeks warm. Dios, these two. Curious, I turn around to take a gander at their would-be lover boy.
Dios, the Bastard. Why him, of all men?
My stomach drops as a stunning brunette wraps her arm around his waist.
“See that. I’m right. Lucky woman,” one sister murmurs while my world drops out from beneath me.
What is he doing here with her? All that talk about no relationships, the danger it poses, the tool she’d become for his enemies to use?¡Eso fue una mierda!Complete, total bullshit.
She’s pretty. Dark haired with a broad smile.
Like watching a train slowly derailing, I can’t seem to look away. The woman who was on Ignacio’s arm earlier approaches them and engages the fickle, lying Bastard and his date in conversation.
“Relationships make you weak.”
The liar.
“Go on, Luciana. I saw Ignacio leave with his latest conquest. And that one over there is ... preoccupied.”
I’ve seen enough.
“I think Iwilldance,” I inform the sisters.
They clap their hands together in delight.
The dance floor is crowded. I push through to the center then begin to move. If you gave my anger a color, it’d match my bright red dress. Is this what he’s been doing all this time? Kissing Ignacio’s ass while getting a piece of ass? It hurts. Dios, why does it hurt this much?
I struggle for calm as faces blur around me.
