They were identical.
Same dark hair, same bone structure, the same expressive eyes that seemed too large, too alive for such a formal, cold setting. A murmur rippled instantly through the guests, whispers blooming like sparks in dry grass.
“So those are them…”
“They look exactly the same…”
“Logan’s daughters…”
Zayn’s breath stalled in his chest.
His gaze snapped to them without conscious thought, drawn as if by force, and despite the fact that they were indistinguishable, despite every rational argument screaming otherwise—he knew.
Instantly.
It wasn’t the way they looked. It was the way they moved.
Lana’s posture was guarded but sharp, her chin lifted in defiance, eyes scanning the room as if daring anyone to challenge her presence. Lena, on the other hand, moved more slowly, mor
