#myvado

“Sure??” Jo seemed surprised not to get any rise or protest. West somehow always acquired the newest and best and where Jo might not always be able to buy, she could always steal from her older sister. If ‘no’ had been the answer, the little choker might have gone missing within a day. With a growing smile, Jo pushed up from the vanity, displaying the little necklace Myvado had gifted West a week ago. “You do have an eye for it.” West interjected, more interested in speaking about the photographs. ”The framing and proportion could have been better, but I’ve never known you to take your time so the awkward angles are fitting.” a finger held just over an obviously wasted teenage boy’s image. “Who was this again?”

“That’s Emeris Te--” 

“Teoil. Right. I thought as much.” West touched a fingertip to the boy’s face. “He has his father’s nose.”

“Woooow you big creepo. How do you know his father?” as if Jo had to ask.

“I don’t. Not fully. Do they still own both refineries or just the one?”  With a sweep of her hand, the small photo-prints were gathered and offered back to the youngest O’hteco who accepted them with more care than she’d like to admit. Joha had worried, if only for a few fleeting moments, that her friends might not have looked cool enough for West’s approval. “Three. Another out in Northern La Noscea now. They have a vineyard too. He said he wanted to take me~~ I told him I’d think about it. That was a month ago.” Jo said with a proud, smug grin.

“I’m sure he’s found another girl to take by now.” West said cooly, crossing the room toward the door. Someone was getting too chummy for her tastes. “How would -you- even know.” Jo followed after after her mild shock faded away. Her voice took a moment to fire up but the lack of applause and praise from the very person she was trying to impress hurt in the worst ways. “You sit alone in an crummy office all day and go home with a new pair of legs every night. Bet you can barely remember who you’ve been with. It is painfully obvious how you get all this stuff.” suddenly the jewelry at Jo’s neck felt worthless and after fussing with the latch she sank down onto the bed and threw it over her shoulder.  “Bet it is a knock off anyhow.”

“Last season, actually.”   Later, once Joha had something else to fixate on, West would make sure to tuck the dear gift away just to assure it wouldn’t be touched again. She paid no mind to the expected tantrum as she departed immediately, not wishing to see the sad baby face left behind. It would assure a raw nerve exposed. With no one for Jo to clique with she’d be on the prowl for confrontation.