The three men got up from the couch when they saw me and didn't hesitate to pull me into a hug with huge smiles on their faces, which I gladly returned.
Bastian, Hugo, and Vincent, my three cousins, are my father's half-sister's children. I hadn't seen them in so many years, and being hugged by them at that moment was the best gift for me. We grew up together, and they were like my older brothers. So I was excited to see that they had become mature and responsible men.
"Sarah, my little princess, we missed you so much," Vincent, the eldest of the three musketeers, as I used to call them, said.
He was the first one I looked at. His dark brown hair had a modern cut, with the top properly styled and combed backwards. His long and thick eyelashes contrasted well with his green eyes which h
