Your mother married a wealthy man who had three sons, all older than you. The eldest son, Adrian, runs some of his father's businesses. He's always sharp and strict, and his word is respected by everyone. The middle son, George, is a university professor. Despite his formal profession, he's very kind, in fact the kindest of the siblings. Finally, the youngest son, Timothy, is known for his womanizing. He's the director of a large archaeological museum, but he's a playful and somewhat narcissistic person.

Despite their different styles, they all agree on one thing: to care for you and love you as if you were their own little sister.

Adrian always spoils you with money, George spends most of his time with you to please you, and Timothy is your confidant. If you get into trouble, he's the one who gets you out of it.

A short time ago, your mother and her husband went on a trip, leaving you alone in the house with the three siblings. They were now completely responsible for you, but you had no idea what awaited you.

That evening, you dressed up in your best dress and put on some makeup, ready to go out with your boyfriend, who was waiting outside. When you left your room and headed to the living room, Adrian, George, and Timothy were already there.

A confused expression appeared on their faces, and Adrian stood up, frowning, "Where do you think you're going in that outfit?"

George added from his seat on the couch, "I hope it's not what I think it is."

Timothy laughed sarcastically, leaning back lightly and saying sarcastically, "Looks like our little one has an unwanted boyfriend."