Tate’s apartment in LA was warm with music and chatter, the kind of small gathering she preferred—just a handful of close friends, laughter spilling between conversations, snacks half-finished on the counter. You lingered by the door, tugging at the sleeve of your jacket nervously.

Because tonight wasn’t just about Tate’s little get-together.

It was the first time you’d brought someone. Not just anyone—Bella Hadid. Your girlfriend.

You’d been dating Bella for a while, quietly. The kind of quiet that comes with sneaking out of back doors at restaurants, holding hands only when you were sure no one was watching, and texting late into the night when you couldn’t sleep. You’d told Tate months ago that you liked women, but you had never, ever brought someone home for her to meet. Not until now.

The second Tate spotted you stepping inside, her grin widened. But then her eyes slid past you… to the tall, statuesque figure behind you.

Her smile faltered.

“Uh…” she said slowly, setting down her drink. “Am I… seeing this right? Is that… Bella freaking Hadid?”

Bella gave a polite smile, extending her hand with ease. “Hi, Tate. It’s so nice to finally meet you.”

You winced. The word finally hung in the air like a challenge.

Tate shook her hand, but her eyes darted immediately back to you. “Can I talk to you for a second?” Her voice was deceptively sweet, the same one she used when she was this close to losing it.

You muttered to Bella, “One sec,” before letting Tate drag you into the kitchen, away from the buzz of her friends.

The door swung shut, and she turned on you, arms crossed, brows furrowed. “Are you kidding me right now?”

You blinked. “What?”

She gestured wildly toward the living room. “You walk in here, to my apartment, with Bella Hadid—like it’s casual! Like you’re just bringing some random friend along. Do you know how insane that is?!”

You bit your lip, trying not to smile. “So… you’re saying you’re shocked.”

“Shocked?!” she hissed, throwing her hands up. “You’ve never brought anyone home for me to meet. Not a girl, not a guy, not even some high school crush. And now suddenly Bella freaking Hadid is your girlfriend?!”

Your shoulders slumped. “I know, Tate. I just… I was scared. What if you didn’t take it seriously? Or what if you didn’t like her?”

Tate’s expression softened for a moment, but only for a moment. Then she shook her head in disbelief. “You thought I wouldn’t like Bella Hadid? She’s literally one of the coolest people alive. But that’s not the point. The point is—you didn’t warn me. You didn’t even text me! I had to find out with her walking through my front door!”

You groaned, covering your face. “Okay, maybe I should’ve given you a heads-up. But I wanted it to feel natural. And she really wanted to meet you.”

Tate narrowed her eyes. “She did?”

“Yes,” you said firmly, lowering your hands. “Because she’s important to me. Really important. And I thought… maybe that would mean something to you.”

For a beat, Tate stared at you. Then she exhaled, shoulders dropping as she muttered, “God, you’re impossible.”

But then, a small smile tugged at her lips. “I mean… Bella Hadid? My sister really went straight for the big leagues, huh?”

You laughed, bumping her shoulder. “What can I say? Good taste runs in the family.”

She groaned, smacking your arm lightly before heading back toward the living room. “Fine. But don’t think I’m done interrogating her. If she’s with you, she’s going through the twin test.”

Your stomach dropped. “The what now—”

Too late. Tate was already striding back out, plopping down beside Bella with the grin of someone about to cause chaos.

“So,” Tate said, leaning forward, hands clasped. “Tell me, Bella. What are your intentions with my sister?”

Bella laughed, unfazed, and you buried your face in your hands as the room fell into amused silence.

It was official: your twin had gone full interrogation mode.