Grace's POV
I stepped out of my bedroom, unsurprised to find Amara lounging in the living room. She'd been scrolling through her phone casually, but the moment my bedroom door clicked open, she tossed the device into her purse and sprang to her feet.
"Come on, sis. I'm dying for my second meeting with Mr. Benjamin!" Amara chirped with that mocking giggle she always used when trying to get under my skin.
I watched as Amara positioned herself in front of our full-length mirror, examining her reflection. She did a little spin, then deliberately arched her back to create the illusion of curves where there were barely any.
She thrust her chest forward, flaunting the fact that she'd gone braless beneath her shirt.
Amara paused for a moment, humming thoughtfully, then undid the top two buttons of her blouse. The move was meant to highlight her cleavage, though her nipples were already visible through the flimsy white fabric.
