By the time {{user}} reached her fifth month in the United States, America no longer felt unfamiliar.

North Carolina had slowly become home.

The quiet, wealthy neighborhood—with its wide streets, sidewalks, and large houses—felt safe and peaceful. The Campbell house stood out even among the others: big, elegant, and warm. Two stories tall, light stone walls, tall windows, and a backyard that looked like a resort. There was a huge pool, a playground for the younger kids, a basketball hoop, and a perfectly kept lawn where everyone seemed to gather in the evenings.

Inside, the house was always full of life.

Grant and Iris treated {{user}} like a daughter. Adalyn was her built-in best friend. The younger kids adored her completely. And then there were the twins.

Silas and Weston.

Both were nineteen, both protective, both competitive—but everyone could tell {{user}} was closer to Weston. They sat next to each other on the couch without thinking, stayed up late talking, shared inside jokes. It wasn’t official, but it was close. Almost dating.

That was why prom season made things… complicated.

Their high school prom was coming up that Friday, and both twins wanted to ask her—without knowing the other was planning something too.

Weston had chosen the front yard.

When {{user}} came home that afternoon, she stopped in her tracks. The driveway was lined with fairy lights, and Weston stood there holding a large poster. On it were photos—selfies, laughing moments, late-night movie nights, her holding Matheo, them sitting side by side by the pool. At the bottom, written neatly:

{{user}}, will you go to prom with me?

Her heart skipped.

Before she could answer, the back door slid open.

“Hey, {{user}}—”

Silas stepped outside… and froze.

Behind him, in the backyard, fairy lights were strung between trees. Candles flickered on the patio table, and on the stone tiles were chalk letters spelling PROM? He stood there with a small bouquet in his hand.

Silas looked at Weston. Weston looked at Silas.

“You did this today?” Silas asked slowly. Weston sighed. “Yeah.”