e's

t the building. "

re princesses live! I co

ed to me. "Well, from tod

alized I had let my i

ed in the

sn't just my imagination. I always felt like Liam didn

ike building. From a distance, I saw

, someone rushed toward us, shouting my na

erous!" Leander shouted as

t me feeling overwhelmed. Elena stood in front of m

er..." she

y lips quivered. I couldn

ind of emotions – exciteme

say, "Faye might be too

d screamed at me,

t, I took a dee

NA

unce of strength, as if it were the fi

ced me tightly. Soon, I felt a wet s

r our family, but should we consider going inside? We've been blocking the gate fo

the gardener in the distance who was holding a hose and chu

hand resting on Elena's shoulder. Clearly, he

re how to a

y man. He spoke to me, sayin

. "Ladies, let's go home!

d the luggage carrier,"

as indeed a castle. There was a lovely girl wait

detergent and a faint hint of sweat from her after-school activities.

sorry, sister, I couldn't join m

ut, "I can pick you up f

f. She leaned into Louis's embrac

mily helped alleviate many

as the living area, and my room was next to the twin brothers', across from a stud

e beach and palm trees. The sound of the waves on the shore, the soft evening light that bathed the room like an orange glow. It all felt perfect. I could already envision myself read

r me and my mother, and we

hter," my mother said, her voice trembling, "w

vered too, "

ll me about your life all t

. I began by talking about life at the orphanage, painting a picture of tranquility and beauty. I had

. Faye, I want to know more

other noticed a scar on the side of my palm. "W

om when I was sixteen and accidentally got burned by the steam from

ar with her finger, "If I had found you earl

ood at it. That time, I just lacked experience. I won't make t

dy tasted the coffee made

ghted, "Oh, that w

knock

d door. "Ladies, dinner is ready. Join us downstairs. Oh, and F

fire dinner to welcome you. Louis is right. Let's change someth

be there sho

e the most appropriate for a beach bonfire dinner. When I headed downstairs, my

loral shirt and linen shorts, with flip-flops on his feet

spite heading to a beach bonfire dinner, he was still in a

histle. "Wow, I love that dress on you." He s

ally chosen for my Santan journey. It was a white strap dress with

y, frowned, and then coldly remarked, "I do

lp but protest, "Co

They all looked equally puzzled. Leander w

d this cryptic statement a

as making me feel extremely uncomfortable. Now I have

my hands clutching my dr

e of my stepbrothers had made it clear he wa

er first. Mom and dad prepared it espec

calm down. I liked my sister Layla, and I didn't want to hurt her