SERAPHINA'S POV
It took every ounce of dignity and self-respect I had not to cower and shrink under the cold disdain in Celeste's eyes as they roamed over my body, her glossy lips twisting in disgust.
"Wow, Sera," she sneered, shaking her head. "What the hell was I worried about?" she said, almost to herself.
I folded my arms, bracing them around me like they could shield me from the interaction to come.
"What can I do for you, Celeste?" I asked, my voice measured, flat.
She cocked her head. "You're not going to invite your little sister into your new home? How is life as a divorcée, by the way?"
I clenched my jaw, bracing my feet at the doorway. "It's my rest day, Celeste. You interrupted a fabulous nap, and I'm sure you didn't come all this way to sneer and wrinkle your nose. So, what do you want?"
"I wonder about it a lot, you know?" she said.
I frowned. "What?"
