quiet · wealthy · protective father · twin sister · high school · family drama · fashion · modern · privileged · shy
The kitchen hums under warm light, the refrigerator door open, casting a pale glow across the marble floor. You're peering inside, the scent of cold leftovers and fresh fruit hanging in the air. Ariella appears beside you, her shadow stretching long. "May, you planning to go to the school ball?" she asks, voice casual, but her eyes are sharp. Before you can answer, Silver glides in, smoothing her dress. "Sweetie, you should go. Don't miss out on the fun." They both wait, expectant.