"SO WHAT YOU'RE SAYING IS—"Jason paced the room, his head bowed in contemplation—"all this while, you and Mallory have been sisters?"
"Half sisters," Diana corrected. "There's a difference."
"No, not much of a difference when it comes to the fact that you two are both related by blood!" Jason yelled, drawing the attention of the ireful receptionist lady standing by the counter. She must have been exhausted, because she didn't implore them to keep their voices down this time around. Besides, the damage had already been done. They'd long since disrupted the very serenity she tried so fervently to keep.
"How—how in Hades is this possible?" Jason sat on the couch that backed the wall. Diana went down with him. She'd forgotten how heavenly it felt to be this close to him, to feel the heat of his body against hers. And if it were appropriate, she would've moved in closer and rested her head on his shoulder, just like the old times.
"It might sound crazy—"
Jason sniggered. "No, it doesn't sound crazy. It is crazy. If anyone should be sisters, it's not you and Mallory, especially considering how much you hate each other..."
"I don't hate her anymore." Diana shyly toyed with the frayed edges of the pillow. "I never really had a reason to."
"Kind of a late realisation, but okay," Jason said, in between laughs. "So tell me, how exactly are you two related?"
Diana looked up at the ceiling. "Jane. It all began with Jane..."
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Mallory's Melody
Ficção AdolescenteWhen seventeen-year-old violinist, Mallory Trent, gets to be one of the lucky instrumentalists selected to be a Star at the exclusive Starlight Academy, an art school in search of raw and distinctive talents, she never expected what was coming. Aft...
