Sahara pulled away, her face hardening as she stared deeper at Rita.
''I do not have time for this. Wipe that tears off your face.'' She scolded, her tone harsh.
Yet, there was a bit of softness hidden in them.
Rita nodded, wiping the tears off her eyes.
''It's Lucas. He doesn't want me anymore.'' She whimpered, fiddling with her dress as she stared expectantly at her big sister.
Sahara was the complete opposite of Rita.
She was cold, independent and nonchalant.
All her life, Rita had always wanted to be like her sister.
She knew crying in front of her about a man was going to piss the fuck out of her.
She'd definitely curse her out, add fuel to fire, break her heart with harsh words.
But at the end of the day, she'd always solve the problem.
She'd always make sure her little sister got what she wanted.
''You're kidding right?'' Sahara asked, her expression serious as she stared at Rita.
