Teamwork || WLW

Chapter 5

Hair done? Check.
Makeup? Check.
Outfit? Double check.

Everything was perfect and Felicity was ready to ruin some lives.

An innocent smile gently pulled at her lips as she rolled her skirt up ever so slightly, reaching up to clip a string of pearls around her neck. The perfect element to pull her outfit together - she looked like the innocent girl they wanted her to be.

Those bitches didn't know what was going to hit them.

A small knock sounded at her door, a few seconds going by before another knock followed, the guilty voice of her sister floating through. "Flick? I'm really sorry. Please open the door-."

Felicity was already across the room, pulling open the door before Freya could finish her pleading. Her carefully practised smile slid back across her mouth, hand resting on her waist as amusement bled through her body at the sight of her sister's shocked expression.

"Felicity, what-?" She began, her eyes wide as she stared at her younger sister's outfit, pausing at the sight of the short floaty skirt she was wearing, mouth dropping open in shock. Felicity hated skirts, why was she wearing one now?

"It's a beautiful morning, don't you think, Freya?" Felicity interrupted with a bright voice, walking out of her room and closing her door behind her. She didn't wait for an answer as she walked through the hallway and down the stairs, her short heels clacking loudly against the wooden floor, triumph blooming in her chest at the sound of her sister's hurried footsteps echoing behind her.

"Oh, Felicity, you're wearing the skirt I got you for your birthday - oh! And the pearls Grandma got you. She'll be so pleased. Here, stay where you are, I'll take a picture and post it on Facebook so she'll see it," Her mother, Amelia, gushed, beckoning Freya to move out of the way as she whipped her phone out.

A satisfied smirk replaced Felicity's innocent smile as Freya froze behind her. They both knew the football team followed their mum on Facebook. All 10 girls would see Felicity in this outfit.

"Mum, maybe you should just invite Grandma over instead?" Freya offered nervously, still standing behind her sister on the stairs.

Scoffing, Amelia walked forwards, grabbing her oldest daughter by the wrist and pulling her down the last few stairs, moving her over to the ottoman bench across the entryway, "Sit down here and stay until I've taken the photo," She ordered before rushing back over to Felicity. "You look gorgeous, love. Now pose for me real quick."

Felicity gladly followed her mother's instructions, holding the top of her skirt for one photo and holding the handrail for another. The grand staircase came in handy sometimes, she supposed, smiling gently as she stared into the camera.

The side of her head burned from the intensity of her older sister's stare but she ignored it, running to her mother's side when the mini photoshoot was over. "Oh Mum, this one's really nice! And this one!" She gushed, choosing her favourite two and watching happily as they were quickly posted to Facebook.

That was 1 for Felicity, 0 for Freya.

"Your Grandma will love them, sweetheart. Thank goodness you were given the week off or we may have never gotten these photos," Her mother exclaimed with a smile as she slipped on a pair of shoes. "Now I have to rush, I'm late for work."

"You can't be late, Mum," Freya said, getting up and kissing the older woman on the cheek. "You own the practice."

"Someone still has to be there to oversee everything and, seeing as your father is off picking up extra supplies from the hospital, it has to be me," Their mother responded with a smile, slinging her bag over her shoulder and walking towards the door. "Oh, Freya, are you and the girls still meeting in town today?"