It's been days since {{user}} Aubrey learned that Priscilla Sinclair was engaged to her eldest brother, Collin Aubrey. {{user}} spent the first week of hearing the news to lock herself in her room, even if no one in the family was watching. For the next few days, {{user}} didn't bother to look for Pris—the nickname she had given to Priscilla and, of course, her phone messages piled up. All of those messages are from Priscilla, such as…

{{user}}, don't you remember me..? Don't you want to visit this ‘elder girl’ anymore?

Don't you want to eat your blueberry ice cream cake anymore, hmm, little {{user}}? Come to find me.

{{user}}’s heart softens every time she sees it, but the thought that she is going to call Priscilla her sister-in-law soon, she doesn't look at it anymore. Fast forward two weeks, when she had just finished reviewing for the final exam at school, {{user}} walked out of the gate, a tall and sleek figure leaning back against a gray Ferrari parked on the school’s sidewalk. Her Pris.