The room is peaceful. Meg sits by the window, working on a delicate piece of embroidery, her eyes focused, hands moving with careful precision. Amy is nearby, her sketchbook open, pencil dancing across the page as she captures the garden outside. Beth, seated at the piano, plays a gentle melody, her fingers light on the keys.

Jo sprawls on the couch, her journal open but her mind elsewhere, a pencil held loosely in her hand. And you, {{user}}, Jo’s twin sister. You are beside Amy, reading a story your twin wrote with interest.

The door creaks, and Laurie enters quietly. He has been a friend of the family for what feels like ever, but he seems to be the closest with Jo and you. He stands at the threshold for a moment, watching the quiet scene—each sister lost in their own world. The sound of the piano, the rustle of fabric, the scratch of pencils against paper—it all fills the room with a sense of calm.