Step-sister (Edited)

"I see you have the audacity to show up here," Amber said as she sized her up and down. Amy would have normally avoided this conversation but tonight, no, the blood boiling in her and the frustration after frustration that seemed to pile up seemed to much for her to contain.

"Did you lose your way or something, step-sister?" Amber was taken a bit by the attitude.

"Wow, so much for a mistress." Now she was speaking loudly enough to gain the attention of people in the room.

Amy looked around and gave her a smug smile. "You know, I really have no time to argue with brainless people, ohm, if you don't have anything to do, may I pass?"

Amber's jaw was ticking and her eyes were blazing in anger. "Busy," she spat out. "Busy doing what, gold digging?"

Amy folded her hands and tilted her head a bit as if Amber was the one losing her mind. "Excuse me, step-sister, I don't get you, do you want my husband?" she remained serious.

"Why should I have him when I have my boyfriend, Patrick?" she said triumphantly as if she knew that that was a raw point. Amy scoffed at her naivety.

"Look, baby girl if you don't want my husband and you are actually pleased by the old toy I passed you, then my life shouldn't be your business at all. Besides Jeff isn't as stupid as you're trying to make him appear. I am sure he could tell who is after his wealth and who isn't…" she paused when she got sight of a familiar red head and red dress. Jeff, you'll rot in hell! "Actually, your parents should teach you who not to miss with."

She walked past her, heading for Jeff to warn him or hit his head with her tumbler. How could he trick her to come to the party knowing very well that she was going to run into Stephanie? But before she even got close to Jeff, Stephanie was already all over him, hugging him, pecking him all over the face like a wife who had just gotten from an old trip. Okay, that was uncalled for, she clenched her fists under her dress and did an about turn, before leaving the hall. Being embarrassed or made to look like a fool wasn't something she was looking forward that night. Not when her sister was present. She was one step to leaving the hall when her sister shouted.

"Hey, sister, are you leaving, didn't you come with your husband?" yeah, Amber trying to hit raw spots, only that this time her aim wasn't bad.

"Excuse me." She eyed her sister daringly and walked out to the adjacent room that had people sitting and lazing around. She found the balcony and leaned on the rails watching the few stars visible in the dark night.

"You know you don't have to stress yourself over her," she knew that voice anywhere. Mike! She whipped her head to the right and looked at him.

"Go have fun and leave me alone," it came out softer than she intended but her aim was him getting the message. Lucky for her, the guy lifted up his hands and walked away.

Another several long minutes passed when she heard a soft feminine voice. "Hello, Amandla, right?"

"Yes," she didn't bother to lift her head. "May I help you with something?"

The lady, leaned on the rail with her back and her white chiffon dress caught Amy's eyes making her look up to meet a petite blonde. "I am Ella, Mike's fiancée."

Hurray, officially the heaven's enemy! "Who sent you really?" her eyes searched the blonde's blue ones for any clues or hidden agendas. "Isn't your fiancé in there?" she pointed the room she had come from.

Ella twirled the champagne flute in her hand looking at it as it swirled. "No one sent me, I wanted to see you for myself. Actually, you're the first person to shake Stephanie's hold on Jeff like that and it makes me happy."

Amy lifted a brow, wasn't this some trick? "Okay, thanks for letting me know," her eyes moved back to the night sky.

"Actually, you know that we all prefer you over her." Interesting, Amy faced her fully.

"She is rich and learned and has great background?"