Arlo's POV
"I just don't get it! How does any of this concerns me, Sofia? How!" I gulped down the last gin and waved to a slender lady for more.
Sofia was my adorable younger sister who hated my guts, but she was adorable. She eyed the lady with disgust as she poured the gin, flashing a seductive smile before turning to leave.
"What is it?" I asked, "and what's this green thing on your hair?" Sofia was younger by a year, but she acted like she was the oldest of the three of us. She had green stripes fixed in her long black hair, and bright eyes were intent on me like I was a criminal about to escape.
"What? You think you're the only one who's allowed to have green eyes like mom, and I can't have green hair?" She snapped. She always looked angry, just like that. "And with the old man, just meet with the fucking lawyer. How hard can it be? He's trusting you to--"
