Warning: lots of underwear - Anabel seems to never have clothes on.
Belva was home. She'd moved back after graduation from Academie Le Tour, where she'd spent everyday of the last four years living with Shena and Nevada.
She moved back because she never planned to do anything else. Somehow she'd never thought much about life after college. It was surprising to her, this lack of predetermined plan.
A lot had changed while she'd been gone. Marilyn was dead, of course. Somehow Belva hadn't let that sink in until coming back. Ian and Anabel seemed to have developed a strong friendship during the years they'd lived alone together. Belva still thought that was weird. The house was completely redecorated, but the bedroom they'd all shared as girls was still the same, forcing her and Anabel to share.
Anabel herself was more or less the same.
Belva tried to not be nosy about her love life, but it seemed she was still calling up guys and propositioning them.
Ian operated similarly. (That's Melanie, in the llama suit. Oh, cheerleaders.)
If Belva didn't know better, she'd have suspected there was something going on between the two of them. Of course, she knew even Anabel would never be that weird.
Belva herself had no love life to speak of. She did meet one guy, Cale, while out shopping for clothes - they admired each other's hair. Nothing had come of it so far, though, except for an interesting conversation that landed her her current job.
Being a criminal was the one thing Belva thought she was doing right lately.