Cissy
felt vaguely uncomfortable as she came into Tasha’s greeting room, and not
because she thought she’d stumble upon her sister being wild ... at least, not
on their first night in their new home. Cissy had dressed for that night’s
dinner. Being ‘all dolled up’ as she called it, felt funny to her. Tonight, she
looked almost sedate as Tasha tended to appear.
The
light blue slacks she’d bought that afternoon, while cut to flatter her rounded
hips, didn’t bind. The fabric was light and airy. The blouse, patterned with
matching light blue, gold, and white, simultaneously embraced her curves while
giving the impression of modesty. Cissy had to admit she looked pretty good in
the ensemble, especially with the strappy gold sandals and her hair falling in
waves to her shoulders.
She
also looked too respectable for her own liking. Cissy had bought wilder outfits
during her shopping spree, clothing that told the universe exactly how happy
she was to shed the restrictions Earth had once imposed on its women. However,
this was her first night out on Kalquor, so she thought she’d behave ... just
this once.
She
found her twin sitting at the low table in her greeting room, tapping away at
the computer keyboard she and Cissy had bought together. Thus far the machine only
responded to Kalquorian speech, and though Tasha had mastered the written form
of the language, she struggled with speaking it. It was easier for her to type
her commands since she refused to install the crutch of English interpretation
software.
As always,
Tasha was perfectly lovely. Her hair was caught up in an bun with artful bits
straggling loose to frame her made-up face. Her blouse and skirt matched in a
blushing pink that made her skin appear glowing despite the paleness that came
from months of space travel. Plus she looked completely at ease in her sedate
clothing, while Cissy felt as prickly as a cactus. It was hard not to be
jealous.
Trying
to embrace the Tasha-look she sported, Cissy twirled in front of her sister.
“Here I am, ready to not embarrass everyone for a change.”
Tasha
applauded her with a grin. “You actually appear respectable. No one will be able to tell us apart.”
Cissy
snorted her disbelief on that notion. She flopped down on the seating cushion
across the table from her sister, doing it in the most unladylike fashion she
could manage. She snickered as Tasha shook her head.
“There.
Now there can be no mistaking who I am.”
“Only
if you spend the evening tossing yourself onto the ground like a landed fish.”
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