Celeste took a bite of the sandwich as she sat on a stool behind the kitchen island. She was a bit shaken by her conversation with Dimitra minutes ago.
When she had walked into the kitchen to see the snack Dimitra had prepared, she had been taken aback by the girl's dressing. The tight shorts she had on, accentuated her plump behind and the nude top flattered her perky breasts and shocked Celeste.
"Didn't you come with clothes?" She had asked incredulously.
Dimitra had turned to look at her like she had lost her mind, a malicious look in her eyes.
"I don't understand" she had said.
"You're a young girl and I doubt that is hardly something appropriate to wear when men are around the house Dimitra" Celeste had said, and Dimitra turned to her.
"Do I scare you, Miss? Do you see a young teenager as a threat to your marriage?" Dimitra had asked her, with a point-blank stare.