As Lily walked out of the Beckham mansion, the cool evening air did little to clear the whirlwind of thoughts swirling in her mind. She wrapped her arms around herself, her head heavy, her steps slow and deliberate as she tried to make sense of everything. The mansion loomed behind her, a symbol of the unexpected connection she had formed with the seven brothers. They had opened up to her, revealing their feelings, and now, she felt a mix of emotions she couldn’t quite untangle.
The brothers wanted her to be theirs. All seven of them. The thought alone was overwhelming, and she felt a pang of confusion every time she replayed their words in her mind. It wasn’t that she didn’t care for them—she did, deeply. Each brother had a place in her heart, and she had come to appreciate their unique
