He really came, just like he promised. Mama's house in Seattle is even bigger than I imagined. It’s massive, with tall ceilings and a grand staircase in the middle—like something out of a fancy movie. It feels like the perfect place for big parties or elegant gatherings.
Dylan is chatting with my sisters, and I can’t help but smile as I watch them. Mama’s upstairs, so I decided to join in.
“Kuya Dylan, that girl is so annoying! Is she your friend?” Tali asked, sitting cross-legged on the couch, her voice full of curiosity.
Dylan looks at her, then glances at me. I caught his eye, and we shared a knowing grin. Tali’s always been the outspoken one.
“You two are definitely sisters,” Dylan says, his lips curving into a smirk.
“Ate Zeina doesn’t like her either?” Tali’s face is a mix of sh
