Stephanie used to tease me about it, saying, “You’re so good to her. Why don’t I ever see you treating your actual sister this well? Don’t tell me you’re into her?”
There were so many times I wanted to reveal my relationship with Serena, but she’d always link arms with me playfully, cutting me off with a cheeky grin.
“Maybe Albion thinks I’m more like a real sister to him than you. Little brothers should dote on their big sisters anyway—any objections?”
Over time, I realized what she really wanted: to keep our relationship hidden. So I stopped trying to tell anyone.
For seven years, no one in our lives knew we were together.
Now, Stephanie was lingering by the door, watching for the right moment to step in. Turning back to me, still eating fruit, she teased, “Albion, your Serena is fighting someone out there. Aren’t you going to help her?”
I swallowed the last piece of orange and shook my head. “It’s a fight between women. Why would I, a man, get involved?”
She raised an eyebrow but didn’t argue, then stepped out to help.
Meanwhile, I stayed in the private room a long time, long enough for the noise outside to die down. Only then did I stand and walk out.