"Ari!" Priscilla's high-pitch tone echoed from the front door to the dinning room, making Allen roll his eyes up immediately.
A couple of seconds passed when the beautiful young woman from Allen's photo appeared in the bottom of the staircase, looking only a little more mature. She had a huge smile on her face, which only grew wider when her eyes landed on the redhead.
"So it's true!" She climbed the stairs in a second, stopping right in front of Isabelle. "You brought a girl home!" She covered her mouth with both hands, dramatically grasping for air.
Allen's face turned annoyed, narrowing his eyes. "Pris…" His voice sounded more disappointed than angry.
"What are you waiting for?" She asked, raising her eyebrows. "Introduce us." She demanded.
Allen rolled his eyes again. "Iry, this is Priscilla, my sister. Pris, this is Isabelle, my—" he cut it, swallowing. He felt nervous all of a sudden. "Oh, forget it. You just want to make fun of me."
