Chapter Twenty-One
The twins lead everyone into the living room for the meeting. It’s one of the few rooms in the house we’ve managed to keep in its original pristine shape. Mostly by staying out of it except every other Saturday afternoon when we mop, vacuum, and dust every room in the house except for one upstairs.
As if in mutual agreement, Darius and Zahir take seats on one side of the glass coffee table in the snow-white Bergère chairs while I sit, with a twin on either side, on the snow-white couch.
“So, Princess Jones…you went and got yourself a sheikh! Look at you, girl…!” Darius says before we’ve barely settled in our seats.
He has changed a lot in fourteen years. The oversized t-shirts and baggy camouflage pants have been replaced by distressed skinny jeans, a fitted tee, a s
