Page 18 of HER SISTER

"Ana?"

I looked up from the plate I was preparing with pancakes and fruit, "Mya, hey—how do you feel?" I questioned, watching as she sat down at the kitchen island.

Mya only shrugged, "Like I got way too drunk and allowed myself to be vulnerable," she admitted, shaking her head to herself as she took the prepared plate from me, "Thank you," she said as I made my way around the counter.

"You didn't allow anything," I assured her, sitting down beside her as I grabbed the orange juice and poured it into the glass.

Mya only sighed, "I really shouldn't have drank so much," she determined, drizzling her pancakes with the syrup that I set out for her.

I slid the filled glass over to her, "No, he shouldn't have touched you like that—sober or not," I said, hating how she felt as if any of this was her fault.

Mya only cut into her pancakes, "Yeah," she forced out.

I frowned slightly, reaching out to place a gentle hand on her shoulder, "It's really not your fault."

Mya suddenly met my stare, "It kind of feels like it," she admitted.

I only shook my head, "I promise it's not," I assured her, earning a long sigh from her. "How do you feel? Do you need anything?" I questioned, hoping I could help her out in some way.

Mya shrugged weakly, "No, I think I'm good—I'm just grateful that you guys got there in time..." she trailed off as she shook her head to herself yet again, "I just now Mili was pissed," she suddenly laughed.

I couldn't help but laugh with her, knowing Mili was pretty mad, "Yeah... let's just say that guy's nose is one hundred percent broken," I joked, easily earning another laugh from her.

Mya shook her head, "Good, he deserved it," she said, looking down at her phone which suddenly dinged.

The alert alone made me think of Mili, wondering if it was her texting.

It was odd, but I found myself missing her already.

Is that clingy of me?

Mya suddenly squealed, easily making my brows raise in surprise, "What? What is it?" I questioned frantically.

Mya only shook her head with a loose smile, "They finally decided on my major's semester trip," she gushed, tapping on her phone, "It's New York fashion week—oh my god, I can't believe this!" she squealed yet again, easily making a smile grow on my face.

At least she's happy.

"I can't wait to see what they choose for your trip, Ana," Mya said as she continued reading the email.

I tilted my head, "All majors get trips?" I questioned in confusion.

Mya nodded, "Yeah, it typically goes along with your major so they can make it into a project—they'll probably send something out in a couple of weeks," she explained, and I couldn't help but feel slightly excited.

"The trips are typically all expenses paid, which is nice—you also get a glimpse into your major in the real world. "

I smiled slightly, "That sounds really exciting—how long is fashion week?" I questioned, knowing it would be weird without her, Damon, and Frankie here.

"It's only a week long, but we're leaving a week before fashion week since they want us to see what the preparation phase looks like," she said, easily making me purse my lips. Two weeks feels like a long time without Mya by my side.

Mya suddenly looked at me, easily noticing my quietness, "Aw is someone going to miss me?" she joked, playfully nudging me.

I rolled my eyes, "Definitely not—it'll be nice to not have to see those weird mannequins you dress," I joked, knowing that she would sometimes leave them out in the living room for the different lighting.

Mya only shook her head, about to counter my statement until her illuminated phone buzzed yet again, "Oh my god—" she suddenly looked up from her phone to meet my curious stare, "—Cam's music major is tagging along for the celebrity performances," she said, and just like that, my eyes were wide—realizing I had completely forgotten about Cam.

I mean, we're not officially dating, but it doesn't mean that what I'm doing isn't wrong.

It's so weird that I find myself liking Cam as well... Is it wrong to be interested in two people at once?

And would it be wrong to play the field?

I mean, I can't come clean to Cam about Mili until I talk to Mya—and that's even if tonight goes well.

I definitely don't want to tell anyone until I'm positive that Mili is serious about whatever we're doing.

So where does that leave me with Cam?

Ugh, I wish I had someone to actually talk about this with.

"Ana? Is that okay?"

I blinked a few times, clearly not zoned into what she had previously said, "Um... yeah?" I hesitantly said, clearly not aware of what she had said.

Mya's smile turned into a grin, "A two-week trip is enough to throw a going away party right? Or is that too extra?" she questioned, and then I suddenly realized what I had agreed to.

A going away party—how does this even work? Would I be going with Cam? And will Mili be there?

I think I'm definitely better off going alone until I figure this situation out.

Mya shrugged to herself, "Extra's my middle name so I think it'll be fine," she answered her own question as she typed on her phone, "Besides four of us will be away from the group for two weeks—aw wait, are you going to miss Cam?" she asked, suddenly looking at me.

I forced a smile, "Yeah... two weeks is a long time," I said, and I meant it—I would miss her, but I felt bad for even feeling that way, especially after dodging her kiss last night.

She hasn't really been a priority in my mind, which is mostly due to Mili.

Sometimes I wonder if the only reason I'm into Mili is because she's off-limits...

I mean, subconsciously anyone wants what they can't have.

What if it's the same thing for her? I mean it doesn't seem like anyone really rejects her.

What if this all dies out as soon as all the obstacles fade?

"So next Sunday we'll have the party," Mya declared knowing that they all left next Monday.

I nodded hesitantly, "Yeah, next Sunday sounds good," I murmured, suddenly feeling overwhelmed by my thoughts.

Everything feels so complicated.

—

I sighed to myself, adjusting my black lace bodysuit that exposed my tan stomach under the lace while a black built-in material covered part of my chest.

The lacy bodysuit looked amazing paired with the black leather skirt and matching short heels, yet I seemingly felt conflicted.

Mili didn't give me a dress code and I can't exactly ask Mya for her number.

We probably should've exchanged numbers this morning.

I shook my head, carefully smoothing over my dark hair that was pulled up into a high ponytail.

"Oh my god," Mya called out, easily making my eyes drift to her through my full-body mirror, "My jaw is legit on the floor right now."

I smiled slightly, suddenly feeling relieved by my outfit choice, "Do you really think it's cute? I can't decide if it'll work," I admitted.

Mya only dramatically fanned her face, easily causing my smile to grow, "You look so hot, trust me. Where are you going?" she asked, clearly trying to help me determine if this would work.

I shrugged, "I'm not quite sure—they didn't spare any details," I admitted, leaving Mili out of it.

I had basically lied to Mya and told her I was meeting up with some new friends.

I hated even lying, but at this point, I had already lied to her, and I wanted to make sure this was all solid before I even told her about Mili.

"I think it's a good outfit choice—you should fit in anywhere, especially since you're in LA," she assured me, easily earning a sigh of relief from me.

I smoothed my skirt down, "Okay good," I said, looking at the time that read 5:57 pm.

I should probably head down now.

"I'll see you later?" I said, spraying myself in my usual perfume as Mya nodded.

"Yes ma'am, let me know if you need me for anything at all," Mya said as I grabbed my black clutch.

And after giving her a brief hug, I was heading out of our apartment toward the elevator.

Nervousness practically swallowed me whole, knowing that this was an actual date.

I really hope everything goes smoothly.