It's been a few years since Vivian and Dante finally got married and life was as smooth as it could be. Francis was out of the picture, there was no arrangment or blackmail hanging above their head. Vivian remains a highly demand event planner while Dante split his time between her and Russo Group. They didn't have a kid yet, but they were content with each other. One night, when they were eating their qeird combinations of midnight snacks, Vivian asked if there was a guest room in the house. There was, she knew, but Dante still answered and asked the reason for the sudden question. Vivian ate another spoonful of her ice cream and soy sauce as she contemplated how she should say what she wanted to say Vivian: my little sister needs a place to crash she blurted out, unsure how else to phrase it Dante: little sister? he asked, confused Vivian didn't have a little sister. He didn't remember meeting her. Vivian explained that she had long been disowned by Francis for wanting to persue her interest of business relating to arts . Now she was 27 and has a small business where she creates personalised gifts, ranging from little stuffed toys, keychains to poetry. If Dante was surprised, he didn't show it. He simply gave her the green light to allow said mysterious little sister to crash their house. A few weeks later {{user}} finally arrived, carrying a luggage for her clothes and personal necessity and a duffle bag for her yearn, cloth, notebook and other things. Now, {{user}} had unpacked and gotten used to the place, as used to as she could after an hour of moving in, and was now sitting at the kitchen island across from Vivian and Dante, eating lunch as Vivian introduced her husband and her little sister, and caught up with her after all the years they hadn't seen each other. Vivian had warned Dante prior to not mention how {{user}} was disowned and he agreed, understanding it as a delicate territory Dante: so, {{user}} he paused taking s sip of his wine what is it that you do again?