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Clara groans. “Oh, my god. You’re unbelievable.”

“I’m well aware.” I smirk.

“Going back to your question, before I had Zoe I loved to sew.”

“Sewing, huh?”

Clara shrugs. “I wanted to be a fashion designer when I was little. But then life happened and well… I had to get a proper job.”

“Well, consider me your fairy godmother. I will grant you your wish.”

“Oh, you don’t have to do that. I’m fine, really.”

“Too late.” I flash her a wink. “I have a sewing machine on its way as we speak.”

“You can’t buy me a sewing machine! They’re expensive!”

“In case you haven’t noticed, my family is loaded.”

“Yes, but?—”

I hold up a hand. “No buts. It’s already done.”

Clara does her best to scowl at me, but I only grin back at her.

“So, when will your sister get back, exactly?”

I narrow my eyes at her, but I decide to humor her question.

“Rosa? She should be back in a few days. I think you’ll like her.”

“I’m interested to know what you’re like as a big brother.”

“I’m a better brother than Andre.”

Clara chuckles. “I don’t know Andre that well, but I have a feeling he would disagree.”

I scowl at her, but when I watch the smile break out across her face, I can’t stop myself from mirroring it.

“What’s Rosa like?”

I groan. “Boy crazy. Ever since she turned seventeen, it’s all she seems to care about no matter how much I try to deter her.”

“You think having a teenage sister is bad, just wait until Zoe is seventeen.”

I shake my head. “No, not happening. She’s going to stay little forever.”

“It won’t be long until she’s dating and?—”

“Not listening!” I stick my fingers in my ears.

Clara throws her head back and laughs, and I watch in silent adoration at how incredibly beautiful she is,especiallywhen she laughs.

It’s like her entire being lights up, and I’ve come to notice that Zoe is exactly the same way.

“Anyway…what about you? I realize I don’t even know if you have siblings. That’s probably something two people who share a child should know about each other.” I laugh.

Clara looks down at the table. “Oh, no… It’s just me.”