Reckless is one of the words that could describe Maricruz. Her whole life she has been a troublemaker, but now it is time to become "mature" as her parents said. Doing the tour around the world by being kicked out of almost every school she stepped...
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"Can you even breath in that?" I glanced at my sister who was focused looking at my silk baby blue dress that made my skin look tanner than it usually was. I caught the way she almost tripped on nothing in her red pumps.
"Yeah." I turned around crossing my arms while trying not to laugh at her, "Can you even walk in those?" I raised my eyebrow at her platformed Louboutins, I would know how to walk perfect at them but I liked my pointy stilettos better.
I already knew that she would be out of those in a matter of minutes, that's if she even makes it to the house.
She avoided my look while a soft red tinted her cheeks, "What do you mean? Of course, I can." she bit her lips and I narrowed my eyes at her. She glared at me, "Ugh fine. You got all fancy there so I wanted at least do something different about me."
I looked at her face and laughed as loud as I could, clenching my abdomen. Marisol glared while she stomped away from me going towards the house.
"Wait," I bit my tongue and went to catch up with her, "that was cute, but you are going to get yourself killed in those." I steadied her when she was about to fall on her face.
"I know, let's just go in."
I looked up to the glamorous mansion that was shining out in the dark, cold night. Of course, we didn't have jackets on and I looked forward to entering the place. As soon as we opened the doors, strong warmth and smell enveloped us.
Marisol scrunched her nose up when the strong stench of alcohol hit her. She didn't handle alcohol well, she was just like our mom. But I am sure that this wasn't stopping her. Who knew maybe she even did drugs now, my sister was like a stranger to me sometimes.
"Let's go dance first," I told her, knowing that if we go to meet her boyfriend now we would probably split up before I got the chance to have a bit fun with her.
She nodded and I took her hand, leading her through the crowd of hot and sweaty bodies. I pushed most people of the way of earning glares that I sent right back at them.
