𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐘 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃 [ 𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 ]

09. 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗿𝘂𝗶𝘁 𝗯𝗮𝗯𝘆

     "DON'T SAY IT."

     As soon as they drove off, Eszter knew that look on Wanda's face, and didn't want to hear it. She could tell Wanda was itching to talk about Wesley the moment she saw Wesley, and as grateful as Eszter was that she didn't, she knew her sister too well.

     "I didn't even say anything," Wanda defends pathetically. She had the nerve to grin slyly.

     Eszter scoffs with an eye roll. "I know you better than anyone. I know you're dying to talk about it."

     "What? That's . . . That's," Wanda laughs softly and her tone rises with excitement. "He's so sweet and he's good-looking! What were you talking about?"

     "I don't think you wanna know," Eszter teases with a grin.

     "How did you know him? He wasn't home when we moved in," Wanda frowned, trying to piece together something that she had no business sticking her nose in.

     Eszter shrugs, trying to look unbothered by her sister's suspicions. "I ran into him at the library. He's a lot like his mom, I'll tell you that."

     Wanda chose to believe that because she didn't question Eszter anymore.

     "You should totally ask him out."

     "No."

     Eszter couldn't even imagine dating someone, especially knowing there was someone else she'd rather be with. Her relationship was a little rocky right now, and they might be separated, but Eszter would never move on from him.

     "Why not? I think he's got a little crush on you."

     Crush. That's highly unlikely.

     Eszter shifted uncomfortably in her seat, wishing Wanda would drop the topic, but she kept insisting there was something between them. Eszter barely even knew the guy.

     "Now you're delusional," Eszter couldn't help but laugh. What's up with Wanda trying to hook Eszter up with someone? "I barely met him. He doesn't have a crush."

     Wanda shrugs with that teasing smile still on her face--which is irritating. "He probably thinks you're cute."

     "That's because I am," Eszter says as a matter of fact. "But that doesn't mean anything. Why are we even talking about this? I'm not into him; he's not into me. Capeesh?"

     The strawberry-haired woman laughs annoyingly loud, earning a small glare from Eszter. "Okay, okay!" Wanda surrenders under her little sister's gaze, though her amusement doesn't seem to fade, much to Eszter's liking. "I promise I won't bring it up anymore. I won't tease you. Promise."

     Eszter narrowed her eyes. "Swear it," she holds her pinky out.

     "Aren't we a little too old for this?"

     "It's what he always did."

     Being the oldest of the three, Pietro sometimes promises the girls with a little pinky, swearing it holds all the power of promises. He would often say that pinky promises were the ultimate promises, and if you pinky swear, it's law. Eszter believed it when she was a kid; whenever Pietro pinky promised something, he never broke his promise, and so Eszter always believed him.

     Wanda must've been thinking the same thing because she stared at Eszter's pinky with a long expression, probably remembering the times she and Pietro swore pinkies growing up. As they got older, the pinky promises weren't as frequent as they used to be, but they blamed it on age.