Well, I guess this works?" Tricia said as she looked at herself in the mirror, since the only female that lived in the house was Damien's mother, there wasn't any female outfit. Which meant she had to wear Damien's outfit.
"You look pretty," Damien smirked as he leaned on the doorframe.
"Of course, you think I would, I'm wearing your outfit." She rolled her eyes as she tugged on the hem of the shirt.
"Breakfast is ready, please join us."
"Oh, thanks."
At first, she felt hesitant. Breakfast for the past three years has been hectic. She had never experienced what it felt like to be part of a family.
It's not like this one is even mine or real, she sighed as she thought to herself.
She walked downstairs with Damien holding her arm. At first, she wanted to refuse, but since they we
