MIRABEL POV.
It was Christmas morning, and the house looked like a Hallmark movie set—minus the cheesy acting and predictable plot twists. The triplets were lounging around, pretending not to care about the tree or the presents piled underneath it, but I knew better. They’d been sneaking glances all morning, clearly dying to start.
“Alright, let’s get this over with,” I said, plopping myself in front of the tree. “I have things to do. Like… eat cookies and avoid emotional conversations.”
Owen smirked. “Sure, because we all know you’re so busy.”
“Shut up,” I shot back, tossing a stray ribbon at him.
We started unwrapping gifts, and wow, these guys didn’t hold back. There were perfumes that smelled like bottled luxury, designer bags I’d only ever seen in magazines, and clothes that scre
