Sarah, who was entranced by her own thoughts, keeping her eyes on her older brother, didn't even notice when Angie came in with the sandwiches. As Angie made a comment about the table, something she reminded her every few times a week, she answered with the usual,<strong>"Sorry. I won't do it again."</strong>Her sapphire's still on James, she noticed a change in his expression. His eyes now half open, watching something intently, without even batting an eye for at least a full minute. What was he paying so much attention too. Turning her head slightly, in the direction he was staring at, she saw the full view of Angie's cleavage. Large and rounded with perfection. A tingle crawled through her body awkwardly, making the connection between James' gaze and Angie's breasts. Uncontrollably, her heart sank for a moment, in jealousy. Maybe her intuition between James' having feelings for Angie was correct.<br/><br/>Suddenly, she felt a hardness rising against the back of her head. As she turned to look back up, she was lifted into a sitting position in somewhat of a rush. Another strange action from James. Blinking in confusion, she could hear the alteration of his voice, followed by the loud thump, causing her to shudder. James had spilled the large jug of water over himself. It wasn't like him to be clumsy. What was making him so nervous? The only answer that explained all of this was Angie.<br/><br/>She remained silent as they both left to get him cleaned up. Sliding her feet over the edge of the couch, letting the tip of her toes rest against the marble floor, she gripped at the leather in a daze. ..He can't possibly like her.. she's like a mother to us.. she thought, biting down on her bottom lip. Although she tried to convince herself that it was all just a misunderstanding, the heavy feeling in her chest wouldn't leave.<br/><br/>Sarah nearly jumped as Angie's voice seeped through her ears. Meeting her eyes, she felt a large lump in her throat, finding herself lost for words. She couldn't possibly tell her what she was thinking. Forcing a smile, she shook her head a little.<strong> "Nothing."</strong>Just then, her blues skimmed over the maid slowly. She took in her well sculpted curves, the well chiseled chin that framed the beautiful features of her face, and her voluptuous chest. Disheartened, she looked to herself, an undeveloped little girl. IF James was attracted to Angie, she really couldn't blame him for it. Keeping her head hung a little, her bangs covering the saddened expression on her face, she swung her feet back and forth gently.<strong>"You're real pretty Angela. I can only hope to be as pretty as you." </strong>