Leslie's face stiffened instantly, totally caught off guard. She still had a whole chunk of performance left, but now, she was stuck in silence.
Samuel narrowed his eyes dangerously.
Leslie let out a light chuckle, like a wind chime in spring-effortlessly beautiful.
Lydia stared at her sister's face, bitterness surging in her chest.
Growing up, as long as Leslie was around, everyone else faded into the background. No one ever looked at her-only Leslie.
She used to cry to their mother almost every day, complaining to Vivian, "Why is my sister so pretty, and I, her older sister, don't even come close?"
She'd even thought at one point-wasn't having her and their big brother enough? Why did their parents have to ruin it by having a sister?
To her, Leslie was simply redun
