Elena slips down the hallway from the suite we share with our parents. Her short green dress shifts with each step and I worry for a moment about letting her out like this. How often do cute, blonde, American girls get kidnapped on vacation? I can't let anything happen to my baby sister.
"Elena! Hold up. I'll come with you," I call to her as loudly as I'm comfortable with, which isn't much since I don't want to risk one of our parents hearing.
Elena turns back to me and c***s her head to the side as she sizes me up. "You aren't dressed for the club and Dad will figure it out if you go back in now," she loudly whispers back.
I steal a quick peek at my outfit as if I've forgotten what I have on. Am I in pajamas? My dark colored skinny jeans with sandals and a pink tank top isn't horrible,
