–Damon–
I was enjoying the show far too much. My gaze lingered on Carrie's expression — embarrassment, finally. Livana's words had been ruthless, each syllable laced with elegance. Savage. Beautiful. So intoxicatingly sexy they made me want to marry her all over again, right here, in front of everyone, just to remind them she's mine.
"Oh, what a surprise."
We turned to see Laura, arms weighed down with shopping bags from half the luxury brands in the city.
"Hello, Sis." Carrie smiled with false sweetness.
Laura returned the smile, but it twitched at the edges, like she'd just bitten into something sour.
"Oh, please. Don't call me that." Laura gave a short laugh.
"Don't make me feel unwelcome," Carrie countered. Gods, she really was shameless—a thick-skinned, two-faced bitch. Watching her was like suffering through a bad comedy, the kind that makes you pity the actors.
"You are not welcome," Laura replied, laughing again.
