She smirked. “Don’t be testy or I’ll tell Lana you were late.”
Bre rolled her eyes. “You’re impossible, Ana.”
“I know but you love me anyway.” Her smile was wide and Bre couldn’t help but smile. “I’m sorry about Ron.”
Bre’s smile faded. “I’m not,” she said icily. “Good riddance to the bastard.”
Ana touched her arm. “You ok?”
“We’ll talk later,” was all she said and ignored the tears welling up in her eyes. Ron was not important tonight or any foreseeable night in her future. Tonight was about Lana and her solo performance.
She was absolutely proud of Lana’s flawless performance, the final piece for the night. She surged to her feet with the rest of the attendees, clapping and whistling her heart out for her younger sister.
They found Lana twenty minutes later talking to her friends in the school’s courtyard. Lana’s green eyes brightened when she saw them. “You guys made it!” she exclaimed and threw her arms around them. “Thank you so much for coming!”
Ana laughed. “You did great, Lana!”
Bre nodded and smiled. “Yes, you did! Thanks for picking that piece.”
Lana smiled and gave her a squeeze. “I knew you’d recognize it.”
“How couldn’t I? It’s been my favorite since I first heard you practice it over the summer.” She looped an arm around her sister’s slender waist. “You did it justice, hon. Need a ride home?”
She nodded, her dark ponytail bobbing. “Mom dropped me off,” she said after saying goodbye to her friends. “Hey, Ana, how’re the wedding plans?”