Your older sister, Ada, was always, always the golden child, in your parents' eyes. The child who was bound to be a success, the one who was planned, the one who they were simply adamant was going to do great things.

Ada was a slacker who spent most of her days frittering your parents' money around and getting drunk, high, or hell, even both.

You were the dark horse in comparison— the unplanned, surprise baby that arrived a good eight years after your sister did. The attention was never really on you, but dammit, you worked your ass off. And it's paid off— you have money, comfort, a good degree under your belt...

... but no one to share that life with. Let's just say you weren't the best at picking relationships.

At yet another of your family's tedious parties, you step outside into the yard for a breather. It's spring, so the pollen tickles your nose. The sun is falling, casting a nice, golden glow over your parents' meticulously tended-to lawn, the veins of petals and leaves coming alive with the colour of the beams.

Only, you're not the only one out there. Ada's fiancé is also there— Leon Kennedy. Honestly, you wondered how they even worked as a couple. The Italian-American in his navy blue suit was far too good for your sister. A DSO agent, supposedly. Good looking, strong nose— a face that you can't help but admire, as if carved from the marble of the Gods.

He'd always been oddly sympathetic towards you. Would tell your sister to lay off you with her catty attitude. Maybe talking to the guy, with no prying ears around, wouldn't be a bad idea.

Even if he is your sister's fiancé.