... Anita probably wouldn't recognize.
"Father, it will be fine," she sighed as he handed her the paper. "The worst that could happen is a mental breakdown."
"Exactly the reason you need to call us for!"
"Emiliano!" Ms. Suarez called. "You need to get dressed! Reservations are in 20 minutes. Now come zip me up!" Mr. Suarez walked off to the master bedroom. Anita threw the sticky note into the garbage.
5 minutes later…
"Adios!" Anita called, waving to her parents as their car pulled out of the driveway. It headed down the street, turned the corner, and was gone.
She pulled back inside, closing the door and leaning against it. Finally.
"I thought they'd never leave." Nikita's voice sounded from the kitchen. Anita looked over to see… a sight worth seeing.
Nikita, sucking on a bright-red cherry lollipop, was leaning on her shoulder against the doorway. She had on a white camisole, which just barely reached her waist (it must have shrunken in the wash, as their dad would've never allowed such a promiscuous article of clothing). And from the looks of the two tantalizing points in the cloth, she had removed her bra. Her lacey tanga was also white, complete with a little pink heart just beside the front tassel. From there down, her finely-toned legs were completely bare.
Anita stared with wide eyes at her sister, taking in all of the sin...