Chapter 1
Mia
I stare at my reflection in the mirror and try to calm my racing heart. My parents are having my brother and I go with them to a charity event. It’s part of my dad’s job since he’s the lead Pediatrician in the hospital that he works at. My mom picked a dress out for me tonight and as I stare at myself in it my nerves skyrocket. I’m not a super girly girl. I like ripped jeans or leggings and t-shirts. I’m on the curvy side and this black dress feels like its pushing my breasts up to my chin. Of course it’s not really doing that, but I just feel so uncomfortable. I have wide hips and thick thighs, I’m also on the short side, standing at only 5’1. I huff and grab my makeup bag. I apply some mascara to my lashes, making my bluish green eyes pop out. I put on some ruby red lipstick that complements my porcelain white skin and brush my ink black hair, leaving it flowing down my back.
“Mia!” Mom calls from downstairs. “Come on we don’t want to be late.”
I grab the black clutch I’m borrowing from my friend Rachel, stuffing my phone in it and head downstairs.
“Oh honey.” My mom gasps, tears in her eyes. “You look beautiful.”
“Thanks.” I smile, for her benefit, still not feeling like myself with this skin tight dress on. My twin Andrew walks into the room, wearing a dark blue suit. It looks great on him, but Andrew has always been super confident about the way he looks. At nineteen he’s already 6’1. He has tan skin like our dad, silver eyes and short black hair. He’s covered in tattoos, wanting to show that he’s just as cool as our dad. I have one tattoo, it’s of a black and grey rose. It starts at my hip and covers my upper thigh.
Andrew looks over at me and smirks. “Wow sis, sometimes I forget that you’re a girl.” He teases.
“Shut up.” I tell him. He chuckles and shakes his head.
“I was half expecting you to come down in a suit.”
“Andrew.” Mom scolds, giving him the look that only moms seem to have. Dad walks into the living room and narrows his eyes at Andrew.
“Stop teasing your sister.” He says, he comes over to me and gives me a hug. “You look very nice sweetie.”
“Thanks dad.” I smile, flipping Andrew off when our parents aren’t looking. He chuckles and flips me off too.
Dad let’s go of me and pats Andrew on the back. “I guess you look okay.” He jokes.
“Gee, thanks.” Andrew frowns causing me to giggle.
“Alright.” Mom says. “Let’s go.”
She grabs dads hand and they walk outside. I groan and Andrew wraps his arm around my shoulder.
“Aww, come on Mia.” He says, giving me his signature lopsided smile. “How bad can it be?”
