“I know what he meant.”
Silas exhales. “I meant you need to have the wardrobe of a woman marrying three billionaires. Not that you don’t belong.”
“Sure.”
Evan grins. “For what it’s worth, I think you look perfect.”
“You’re not helping,” Silas mutters.
“Wasn’t trying to.” Evan squeezes my shoulder and stands. “Come on. Let me show you your room.”
I follow him upstairs. Callum trails behind us. Silas stays downstairs, already back on his phone.
My room is at the end of the hall.
Evan opens the door and steps aside, and it’s bigger than my entire apartment.
King bed. Windows overlooking the city. Walk-in closet. Marble bathroom visible through an open door.
“This is mine?” I manage.
“All yours.” Evan leans against the doorframe. “Bathroom is stocked. The closet has your clothes that the movers brought. Ifyou need anything else, you can ask Sandra or use the credit card we gave you.”
Callum brushes past me and flops onto the bed, testing it. “Good mattress.”
“Get off her bed,” Evan scolds.
“I’m quality-checking.”
I set my purse on the bench at the foot of the bed. My hands are shaking. This is real. I live here now.
Evan notices. “Are you okay?”
“Overwhelmed.”
“You’ll get used to it.” Callum stands from the bed and heads for the door.
Evan lingers. “If you need anything, we’re just down the hall.”
“Thanks.”
He nods and follows Callum out, closing the door behind him.
A week passes before I stop feeling like a guest.
The clothes arrive in waves. Designer labels I recognize from magazines—clothing, shoes, handbags, and jewelry. I try everything on in my room while Sandra brings me tea and makes approving noises.
Most of it fits. Some of it I send back. The rest fills my closet until it no longer looks empty.
The staff treats me with as much respect as they give to the triplets. The chef asks what I like to eat. Sandra learns I take my coffee with cream. The housekeepers knock before entering my room.
The brothers are harder to predict.
Silas leaves early and comes home late, always in a suit, always on his phone. But every time I see him, he checks in with me and asks if I need anything.
Evan pulls me into the kitchen for late-night snacks and onto the couch to watch movies. He pulls me into conversations I’m not sure I belong in. He makes everything feel easy.
Callum disappears for hours and reappears with energy that fills the room. He drags me to the gym, teases me at breakfast, and calls me Red until I start answering to it without thinking.
