We serve the drinks and hand everyone a glass.

"Ooh, sissy, we are over eighteen, you know. A sip of champagne won't do us any harm, right Mina?" Mira's voice echoes, making my parents snap their faces at her.

"Of course. Just two or three sips." Mina seconds her twin. That was so expected.

"Still no, and this is not up for discussion." Father responds on my behalf, silencing them. Mother smirks at them, while I raise my hands.

"You heard it, girls." I scoff.

Andy takes his glass, and stands up, clearing his throat.

"I'm sorry, twins, but I agree with your father. You are too young for this."...