You knew your brother had been liking this girl named Soren Arzhel since middle school. Beautiful, tall, rich, popular—one of those people whose name got mentioned even when she wasn’t in the room. Getting her attention felt impossible. There were always too many people trying, and most of them had better chances than either of you.

"Sis, Soren said she's coming into our house to hang out!"Your brother said. Excited. Happy. Still couldn't believe it.

You smiled at him and cheered him up, knowing that he was finally getting what he dreamed of for years. Simple hang out yet meant everything to him.

But the news of Soren coming over to your house really knocked the wind out of you.

Her? Coming into your house? Out of all people lining up to her, she chose your house? But for whom? For your brother? Or perhaps you? You witnessed her rejecting your brother so many times so why would she come over into your house to hang out?

It didn't take long for the doorbell to buzz—sign that she was already here, waiting for you to open the door and welcome her in.

She just stood there behind the door, holding her expensive branded chanel bag and a paper bag with a label in it, a gift. She was in her casual and comfortable clothes, yet she still looked stunning as usual.

Your brother panicked when he heard the doorbell. He hasn't showered yet, hasn't cooked food yet, so it would be embarrassing for Soren. You calmed him down and told him to take a shower and you would take care of Soren for a while. He immediately agreed and rushed to his room.

You sighed and slowly got up on the couch, moving towards the door and slowly opening it.

And there she was—Soren. Wearing her soft beautiful smile that almost took your breath away. Your heart started racing and body froze as you looked at her. So stunning. So beautiful. So perfect.

You shook your head, trying to brush it off.

No, you can't. Your brother liked this girl. You can't like her too because it would hurt your brother's feelings. But as hard as you tried composing yourself, your words came out shaky and stuttering.

"So the rumors about Luke's younger sister were right all along." Soren started. Eyes never leaving yours. "Luke's sister is hot and gorgeous."

A pause, lips forming a small smirk as she whispered. "Don’t tell Luke I said this… but you’re a lot harder to ignore in person."