THE front door opened with a soft creak.
Shantel stepped into the living room with the relaxed confidence of someone returning from a successful outing. A faint smile lingered on her lips, and she tossed her sunglasses casually onto the center table before slipping off her heels.
She stretched her arms lazily.
“What a day,” she murmured to herself.
But the moment she lifted her head, she saw Tiana standing in the middle of the living room, arms folded tightly across her chest.
Her younger sister had clearly been waiting.
Shantel sighed softly.
“Oh please,” she muttered. “Don’t tell me you are still on that.”
Tiana’s expression hardened immediately.
“Still on that?” she repeated incredulously. “Still on that?”
She took a few steps forward.
“You disappeared for hours telling me yo
