Texas born twins Cilia and Iris Hunter were brought to Brooklyn, New York and given up for adoption at the age of one. But their foster mother Ms. Pat never cared about them and only adopted the twins for a check from the government, leaving Cilia...
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A light red hue glowed on Cilia's caramel toned face; making her grateful Iris couldn't see. She stood silently by her sister as they sorted out clothes on her bed they got from Iris's closet. Cilia had told Iris in the morning that she was going to meet Breeze's family later on in the day and instantly regretted it, because Iris had been on it for the whole day, even until right now as she was getting ready to leave.
Breeze had been calling and begging her about meeting his family forever, so eventually she caved in. Cilia still didn't tell anyone who Breeze was, but she felt admitting to seeing someone was enough information to give. It was just like Iris to go back and tell Allele something she had told her in secrecy though, so as soon as Cilia told her about Breeze it didn't take all of ten minutes for Allele to find out too.
Unlike Iris however, Allele didn't seem to care. He didn't show any interest, ask questions or even seem to act like he knew. He was quiet for the whole day and Cilia believed he was probably feeling left out since she didn't tell him and he had to hear it from Iris. It wasn't that Cilia had a problem telling Allele things, it was embarrasing to her. She was a rough little tomboy that stayed fighting and rough playing for ten years of her life. How was she suppose to sit with the boy that knew her as 'dusty' and giggle over a man she was now getting feminine and spreading her legs for? It was just too humiliating.
"Is this my Givenchy dress Cil?" Iris asked, holding up a thick long mustard colored form fitting dress.
"I don't know Iris, how would I know?"
"I'm feeling the material, it's thick and feels like sheep wool, so it feels like my Givenchy dress. Is it like a bright yellow?"
"Yeah, very bright." Cilia confirmed, knowing right off the bat she was not stepping into the tacky thing.
"Okay, try this on— "
"Hell no."
Iris clicked her tongue against her teeth, dramatically dropping her hands back onto her lap, still holding the dress. "Cil stop it," She whined, "Trust me, I know what I'm talking about. Just try it on."
Cilia sighed and took the dress out of her sister's hand and slid it over her black panty and bra set, pulling it down where it stopped a little past her knees. It wasn't extremely long but not that short, which Cilia had to admit was good since it was a bit more on the classy side for going to meet someone's family.
