Uélton and Wallace were already waiting in the living room, a study in contrasts. Uélton had opted for a casual look, while Wallace looked sharp in more formal attire.
“It feels like we’re waiting for a gala at one of those luxury condos where Dad works,” Uélton joked, shifting on the sofa.
“I’m telling you, bro,” Wallace replied with a smirk, “at the condos where Dad works, they wouldn’t even let you past the gate in that outfit.”
“And why not? With that Hollywood leading-man face of yours, you open doors everywhere. I just stay in your shadow and enjoy the AC,” Uélton laughed.
Wallace’s smile faltered. He looked at his younger brother with a flicker of concern. Was Uélton becoming too comfortable in that “shadow”? He made a mental note to keep an eye on it; jokes like that often sign
