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“Hmmm, so what else about me?” Leslie continued. “I have fillers in my face—so no more wrinkles—plus cheek implants,andass implants.” Leslie modeled her backside for Jacqueline. “Touch. It’s uh-mazing.”
Jacqueline bit back a laugh. “I’m okay.” She grabbed her own butt cheeks. “I’ve got my own ass to hang on to.”
Leslie rolled her eyes. “Still with the sarcasm, huh?”
Jacqueline wanted to tell her sister that she looked absurd. Instead, she said, “You changed your hair.”
“Extensions and a new color. It’s called Endless Sunlight. I love it. It’s flashy and the color really pops on my page. I’ve gotta grab my fans’ attention…and keep it.”
What is happening here?
“Oh, and I have different contact lenses so I can switch up the color.” She pointed. “These are Angelic Blue.”
What struck Jacqueline as bizarre, beyond her sister’s obvious and extreme changes, was that they were still standing in the foyer, the front door wide open.
Jacqueline eyed her sister’s four-inch fingernails. “Those are like weapons.”
Leslie wiggled her fingers. “Thanks. What else? Oh, I had a tummy tuck and I’m thinking about doing my breasts again, just a teensy bit bigger.”
“Well,” Jacqueline said, ready to change the subject, “your career must be goinggreat. Your home is beautiful.”
Leslie glanced around. “One point three mil for this baby. I need new furniture, but it’s good for now. I’ll give you a tour.”
After shutting the front door, her sister led her through the first floor. In the family room, Jaqueline eyed the treed backyard through the floor-to-ceiling windows.
“There’s a golf course on the other side of the trees,” Leslie said.
“Did you start playing? Have you invited Mom and Dad over to play a round?”
Leslie scowled. “Play golf? Seriously? I don’t have time with all these gigs and trying to promote my brand and my image. I have no idea if mom and dad play over here. They’re kinda pissed at me.”
“Why?”
“I used the money they gave me on my modeling career.”
“What did you do with the moneyIloaned you for college courses?”
“Not take college courses!” Leslie chirped out a laugh. “I needed ten grand for my boobs, so I used the money from Keith and Naomi. I put your five toward cheek implants. No worries. The gifts were put to good use.”
“Gifts? Are you for real? Mine was a loan.”
“Look,” Leslie snapped. “I wasn’t happy. Not with my life, or where I lived, or the way I looked. Now, I am, so don’t judge me.”
Rather than get into it, Jacqueline let it go, but she couldn’t help but feel a little sad over the changes in her sister.
Leslie led her through the spacious black and white kitchen with stainless appliances. Jacqueline loved to cook and would have had a blast in a kitchen this large. She didn’t bother asking if her sister used the kitchen. Her gut told her she didn’t have the time, what with her super-successful modeling career.
What did catch her eye were the two modeling portfolios sitting open on the kitchen island.
As Leslie continued parading through her home, she stood in the doorway of an empty room. “This is going to be my home office, as soon as I have furniture.”
Up the steel stairs they went in the ultra-modern structure. Leslie led her past four closed doors as she strode toward the master bedroom. It was fully furnished, the unmade king bed a rumpled mess.
Leslie continued chatting about herself as they made their way back down the stairs. In the kitchen, she pulled out two small bottles of sparkling water from the refrigerator, and set them on the counter.
“Is that for me?” Jacqueline asked, half seriously, half sarcastically.
“If you want it, it’s for you.” Leslie opened one of the bottles, poured the water into a champagne flute, struck a pose, and sipped.
