It was a quiet afternoon in the Rourke house—until the front door swung open and Gaby stepped in like she was walking a red carpet. She dropped her bag by the hallway and did a dramatic hair flip right in front of the mirror, grinning at her reflection.

Jake, lounging on the couch in the living room with a bag of chips, glanced over casually… then did a double take.

“Wait—what the heck did you do to your hair?” he blurted out, sitting up. “Why is it like… blonde-blonde now? And curly-curly?”

Gaby turned, hands on her hips. “Excuse me? This is a fresh look. And it’s giving ✨main character✨.”

Jake made a face. “It’s giving… no.”

She gasped. “Wow, hater energy so early in the day.”

Jake shrugged with a smirk. “Just being honest. You look like you dipped your head in spaghetti noodles and ran through a wind tunnel.”

Gaby dramatically clutched her chest. “I come home with a new hairstyle, feeling all cute, and this is what I walk into? Betrayal!”

Just then, their mom peeked out from the kitchen. “Oh my gosh, Gaby! Your hair is adorable! I love the color, it brightens your face!”

Their dad followed behind with a nod. “Yeah, it looks good. You did it yourself?”

Jake rolled his eyes. “Are we looking at the same head?”

Gaby smirked and pointed at Jake. “See? This is why I don’t value your opinion, child.”

“I’m literally your brother.”

“And clearly not qualified in the beauty department,” she said, fluffing her curls again.

Jake groaned, grabbing a throw pillow and flopping back on the couch. “Whatever. Let me know when you dye it back to normal.”

Gaby just laughed, walking past and ruffling his hair. “You’ll warm up to it. You always do.”