Choices We Make

27.

Fixing the already neatly pressed dressed shirt of her tailored, feminine suit, Isabella was hesitant to step towards Cassie. She looked gorgeous. And untouchable. There's this aura what surrounded redhead — it was holding and pulling Isabella at the same time.

Icy eyes were cold, brisk, but equally warm.

Their gaze fought each other. A war without words. Battling the tensions what arose between suffocating walls.

Isabella soft gaze danced all over the edges features, imagining her fingertips running along with each freckle, corner of her lips, pointy nose. Her hand formed a fist around the glass to stop from tingling.

"Wow, the tension... you're lost cause, sis. I'm genuinely gutted imagining you with Cassie, but... huh,-" Sabrina scoffed, downing the last bits of her liquor. "-I'll live with it. Or learn to live with it."

Isabella glanced at Sabrina, taking one last look at Cassie before grinning like a fool. Of course, she was worried Sabrina would say something against newly found attraction. Like Sabrina pointed out before, there's unwritten sister rule. It may not mean much, but knowing there's support on both ends feels lighter.

Sabrina pretended to be annoyed with a roll of her eyes. "Go talk with her. We still have at least twenty minutes till dinner start. Just... don't do anything that I wouldn't do at a family dinner."

"Noted. Fuck Cassie in the closet."

Sabrina gaped at her sister. Isabella simply laughed, wiggling her brows.

She recalled slowly. "Your twenty-first birthday... I know what you do with Trent."

"Oh, my god," Sabrina mumbled to herself, looking away. "We didn't—ah, fuck. Why you never told me you saw that?"

"I don't know. Maybe because I'm not a monster? Although, you should be happy I'm the one who saw... Mom was close, but I forced her turn around."

"Thank you, gosh. Can you imagine her seeing that?" Pure horror played behind light greenery of Sabrina's eyes.

"It's been years back, Sab."

Sabrina shook the head. "Still. You're the one with wild tendencies. Mom wouldn't even bat an eye after seeing you with Olivia. She's practically used to that. Me? I chose death."

"You're being overdramatic," Isabella nudged her sister, raising from the barstool. "I'll go. Don't drink too much. Or better... find Trent. Calm him down."

Sabrina nodded slowly, following Isabella's steps. She placed a clammy palm on Isabella's shoulder, offering a soft squeeze. "I will, thank you, Bella. Thanks for being here today."

"I'm more surprised than you am. After all, I'm the one who's disowned."

"Now," Sabrina noted, sarcastic chuckled spicing controlled expression. "Let's talk in a few hours... then there will two of us."

Isabella shared a laugh and decided to move further into the room. She pushed a hand into slacks pocket, in slows steps nearing towards Cassie who seems engaged into conversation with the bartender.

Her head snapped to Isabella direction.

"Hi," Isabella said awkwardly, smiling sheepishly. "Can we... can we talk?"

"I don't know, can we?"

"Cassie, please."

"Fine," redhead clapped her lips into a thin line, looking around. "Let's find a silent corner. Better have conversations out of everyone's earshot."