“Star,” Briony called softly.
“Briony!”
Stella snatched up a pillow and barreled over, brandishing it like a weapon. “If I don’t knock some sense into you today, I’ll take your last name—!”
Briony: “...”
James: “...”
What everyone expected to be a tender reunion between sisters took an abrupt turn, thanks to Stella’s unpredictable ways.
Briony didn’t even try to dodge. She simply took the full brunt of Stella’s “pillow strike.”
“Briony, are you out of your mind? I lose my memory and you just let me run wild?! I was chasing after some guy like a lovesick idiot, and you didn’t smack me back to reality—you just left! You let that pretentious bastard, Cedric Clarke, take advantage of me! And then, like an idiot, I went and had a kid with him! Sis, you know I’m a die-hard bachelorette!”
“For crying out loud! Now I’m not only married, I’ve got a kid, and worst of all, I’ve become… the thing I fear most—a housewife! Aaargh, Briony, I don’t care! You didn’t stop me, so this is all your fault!”
Briony: “...”
James strolled over and wrestled the pillow from Stella’s hands. “Alright, enough already. With the way you were swooning back then, if Bryn had tried to talk sense into you, you probably would’ve scratched her face off.”
Stella: “...”
She picked at her nails, sulking. “No way! Sure, I’m a sucker for a pretty face, but Cedric Clarke was Stewart’s friend. He was on Stewart’s side—I’d never betray my best friend for a guy, no matter how hot he was!”
“You fell for him at first sight,” James reminded her. “Even your dad couldn’t talk you out of it. What chance did Bryn have?”
“My dad’s never been able to control me, that’s nothing new!” Stella shot back. “But I always listen to Bryn!”
“Oh yeah?” James retorted, twisting the knife. “Listening to Bryn didn’t stop you from forgetting all about her, did it?”
Stella: “...”
“James, shut up.” Briony shot him a glare.
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