Isabella′s POV:
Twirling the hot cup of tea in my hands, I didn’t dare look up from the murky looking liquid.
“Tea?” Lyla offers Damien, who continues to stare at her.
When she realize Damien wouldn’t take the cup, she settles it down in front of him before taking a seat across from us. Lyla crosses her legs. “I’m assuming there are many questions in your mind, Isabella,” she said gracefully while pouring herself a cup of tea.
I glance at Damien, who continues staring at the woman in front of us before nodding.
“I am Damien’s biological mother.”
I heard.
“I am Charlotte’s older twin sister.”
“But, you guys don’t look the same,” I stated, potentially the dumbest thing possible, but I didn’t know what else to say without stepping on toes.
“Fraternal twins,” she didn’t tease me
