“That’s because Amelie doesn’t have a brother, and I don’t fuck my sister.” Kennedy scoffs, rallying to save face. “I don’t see how that’s possible. She spends every waking minute practicing. If I had a man like you waiting for me, I’d make plenty of time for him.” She shoots me a spiteful glare. Sante gets out his phone, not even looking at Kennedy when he responds. “No leading role and no man. Sounds like you should focus on yourself and less on Amelie.”
