"I... I'm sorry," she stammered. "I was just joking!"
He didn't even bother to reply. Without giving my sister another glance, he reached into the inner pocket of his tailored suit and pulled out a diamond brooch. His movements were a little stiff, almost shy, as he leaned in and pinned it to my dress.
"This is something I made myself," he said in a low voice. "Happy birthday, Lil Sis."
It seemed like he wanted to hug me. His hands twitched slightly before dropping back down as he hesitated.
I smiled and closed the gap myself, throwing my arms around him in a quick, tight hug.
"Thank you, Lance. You're the best."
His ears turned bright red on the spot. A rare smile softened his usual icy expression.
"Good girl," he murmured. "I'm going to greet the guests. Mom and Dad said they've got a surprise planned for you later."
As he walked off, Freya snapped.
She grabbed my arm, her tone sharp and edgy. "That's impossible! Why is he so nice to you?!"
I frowned and yanked my arm free.
My laugh came out light, almost lazy. "He's my brother. Of course, he treats me well. Doesn't your actress mom spoil you the same way?"
I barely finished the sentence before a sharp voice pierced the air behind her.