Before long, the sisters were holding a rather rushed meeting at Alexandra's house.
The house suited Alexandra far too well. It was spacious, elegant, expensive, and arranged in a way that made it feel less like a home and more like a stage designed for her to appear on whenever she wished. Everything was tasteful. Everything was beautiful. Everything had been chosen with intention.
Katherine sat in one of the expensive chairs in the living room, her legs crossed as if comfort were her birthright. One hand propped up her cheek while the other lazily twirled a spoon through coffee lightened with cream.
She was alone, though her phone rested on the small table beside her, already filled with missed calls and delayed obligations. Alexandra had not exaggerated when she said it was urgent. Katherine had canceled several meetings on short notice to come here, which was something she would only do for her little sister.
