Emily's POV
"Are you listening to me? You must not tear any part of your mommy's body, or you will resent me for years to come."
I instinctively shake my head just listening to her. All this talk of hormonal turmoil had her more sensitive than intimate soap and clumsier than usual Lana. Before we could converse further, someone comes in.
"Hello?" Without knocking, a female voice breaks into our conversation and through the threshold of the bathroom doorway Caeli appears, sporting tight black leather pants, along with a white sleeveless tray cut blouse which she had decided to wear with sneakers. "Why didn't I get that memo?"
She questions looking up at our clothes through her long eyelashes which she had coated with thick layers of eyelashes. I look at him quizzically before answering him, the real question was what was she doing here so prepared for a five-person plan in which she had not been included.
"You again" Lana murmurs next to me with her emotions running high.
