Emily POV
The party was in full swing. I sat with most of my family at the table; my sister sat with her girlfriends; her dress was way too short, and her make-up way too much. For my taste, she was trying to look like she had breasts, but it was obvious that she had a dress on that was not of actual breast size. She looked to me like an i***t, trying to be older than she was. It seemed Charlette was getting worse over time. She could already tell from the smell of my sister and her friends that she had lost her virtue at such a young age. I felt terrible for whoever would be her mate. He wouldn’t like it one bit that the girl did not wait for him.
I had heard the boys call her Charlette the harlot, and I had only been there a few hours.
My mother was not much better than Charlette. Yo
