After losing my parents, I move in with my godmother, Aunt Sandra. I live under her roof with her two sons-the Miller brothers-surrounded by love and care. I think I’ll end up with one of them. But everything changes when the maid’s daughter, Lola, moves in. The Miller brother I love most breaks my heart into pieces. After I leave, they lose their minds trying to find me. Three years ago, Alexandra lost her parents in an accident. It was Sandra Miller Alexandra godmother, who took Alexandra in. Sandra miller gave Alexandra a home, with her golden boys, the Miller brothers. Alexandra felt loved in their kindness. Alexandra and the Miller brothers were inseparable. They felt like big brothers, and sometimes more than that. Sandra used to joke Alexandra marry one of them someday. Nothing change the moment Lola moved in. Lola: l open the door of the classroom and my boobs jiggle and smile. Alexandra: l step in and smile and my boobs jiggle and walk toward to Caleb and Dylon. Awe Caleb, Dylon, you got me a birthday cake? Dylon: l hand Alexandra cake Classmates: Happy birthday, Alexandra! Lola: I cross my arms on my chest Alexandra: Blow the heart candle and my boobs jiggle Caleb: Happy birthday Alexandra Dylon: l walk to Lola What are you doing here? David: l point to Lola What’s she doing here? Lola: You promised we’d always spend our birthdays together. It’s my birthday, too. Can’t we just celebrate a little? Dylon: l grab Lola arm and shake Lola Seriously? So you’re crashing Alexandra party just because we didn’t plan anything for you? Lola you are the maid daughter and Alexandra lost her parents in an accident. Grow up, Lola. Alexandra: l put my birthday cake on the desk and put my small hand on Caleb and he adjust his glasses on his face and my boobs jiggle. Caleb, Dylon, it’s okay. I get it. I’m just a teenager girl that lost her parents in a car accident. Lola hated me from day one and if it really bothers her that much, I’lll just cancel. Caleb: l put my hand on Alexandra shoulder No, no, you’re not the problem, okay? Lola is. Not everything is about you. Dlyon: My hand still on Lola shoulder You weren’t invited. Leave