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Chapter 18: The First Gala

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I was halfway through doom-scrolling the hate mail (a terrible life choice) when the front doors opened downstairs with the subtlety of an earthquake.

Heavy steps. Raised voices. The “we are your overbearing brothers and we are stressed” soundtrack.

Great.

My laptop screen was still flashing new notifications when the dining room door swung open and my brothers flooded in like a four-man hurricane.

Their expressions were… not great. Not “rogue wolf attack” bad. More “we need wine at 11 a.m.” ba
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