Jessica's POV
So, that's it? I thought to myself, settling into one of the sleek sofas. She's worried about a reputation she barely has?
I spoke up, my words coming out a little too forced. "You don't have to worry about that. I'm not doing anything that would ruin yours or mom's reputation."
My sister turned to face me, her lips compressed into a thin line. Her eyes seemed to hold a thousand unspoken words, but she bit them back.
I couldn't help but wonder, Why are they like that? Sometimes, I'd catch glimpses of care or kindness, but before I could grasp them, they'd vanish.
Her gaze lingered on mine, a mix of frustration and concern swirling beneath the surface.
"Is everything okay?" I asked, trying to bridge the gap between us.
For a moment, I thought I saw a flicker of vulnerability. But it was quickly replaced by her usual bitchy expression.
