I moved to the bathroom, splashing cold water on my face. The girl in the mirror looked different somehow, her eyes brighter, her cheeks flushed with colour, her lips slightly swollen from Brent's kiss. I barely recognised myself.
A soft knock at the balcony door made me jump. I knew without looking that it would be Fin, the only brother I hadn't had a real conversation with today. The pattern was becoming clear: they were taking turns, each trying to convince me in their own way.
For a moment, I considered ignoring him. But curiosity won out, and I moved to the glass door, sliding it open just enough to speak.
"I'm not in the mood for another heartfelt confession," I said by way of greeting.
Fin's green eyes studied me with an intensity that made me shift uncomfortably. "Good. Because
