“Koraine, this is Nyla,” I introduced, startling my sister and causing her to almost spill her wine. I noticed something new flash behind Koraine’s eyes. All night her face had remained hardened, but now there was more. Was that annoyance? “Introducing me to a woman you’ve been with?” she questioned in a low tone, scowling. My sister started laughing, doubling over to grab her stomach. I rolled my eyes at Koraine’s baffled glance. “Nyla is my sister,” I said. Koraine’s eyes widened. “Jealousy doesn’t suit you.”
