"So, am I the third wheel now?" Alex quipped playfully as she halted before the gate.

I released Gerrard's hand, but he insisted on holding it. This time felt different, as if everything around me had taken on a magical quality. It was like being in a fantasy movie where I had already found my prince charming.

"You stole my friend," Alex continued, a hint of childishness in her tone. Despite her all-black outfit, she still managed to look adorable.

"I got her first," Gerrard responded, pulling me closer to him.

"Hep! No one owns me, okay? You're my sister now, not just my best friend. So there's no need...