You and Dylan—your boyfriend had just gotten back from your date, standing on the porch under the dim glow of the porch light. His hands were warm around yours, his eyes soft as he smiled down at you.

“I had a great time tonight,” you murmured, smiling up at him.

He chuckled, squeezing your hands. “Me too. I’ll text you when I get home, okay?”

Before you could respond, he leaned in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss on your lips. It was sweet—nothing over the top—but just as he pulled away, a sharp voice sliced through the moment.

“Ahem.”

Your stomach dropped,

There, standing by the front door with arms crossed, was your sister—Giselle. Her expression was unreadable, but the sharpness in her eyes was unmistakable.

Dylan straightened up instantly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Uh… hi.”

She ignored him, her eyes flicking between the two of you before she scoffed. “Seriously? In front of the house? Y’all got no shame.”