I glanced over at the books on the bedside table, releasing a small sigh while noticing a bouquet. A courting gift. That’s what my sister called while giggling and placing it on the nightstand.

The twins had someone deliver it to my doorstep with an equally over the top card. I didn’t get it. Why were they doing this? This kind of generosity felt wrong, especially when I knew the nature of our relationship. My lips twisted when I saw the fond look on my sister's face as if she was genuinely happy and in awe of me.

Shaking my head, I marched towards the rack to pick up the...