133. Going To The Club.

Irene was stunned, for the past few days she had been on her own, moody and crying, but here she was, wearing booty shorts that accentuated her curves, exposing her hot legs, with a crop top stopping right below her rounds boobs, outlining her perfectly shaped stomach. Her hair was let down in waves and she had dark makeup on, and on her feet were white sneakers.

Okay, what was going on?

Irene couldn't help asking herself. Even before meeting Liam, she had never seen her sister dress so sparingly, was she pushing herself to her limits because of him?

''Why are you staring at me like that, is my makeup not good?” Kate puckered her brows, and she turned to the floor to ceiling mirror in the living room to look at her reflection.

''You don't look bad, I was just… surprised, where are you going dressed like that?”

Kate pouted her lips and smacked it as she gazed at her reflection, she was surprised at what she was seeing; she knew sh