“God, these scented candles are giving me a headache,” Faustina said, swiping her hand through the air.
“What? They’re cinnamon and ginger.” At the oven, Rain looked back at his sister. “For Christmas.”
“Well, Christmas smells like Santa Claus took the cinnamon challenge one too many times.” Faustina blew the candle out.
Tristan laughed, enjoying their banter. These two had a privileged relationship he found endearing. He wondered what it would have been like to grow up with a sibling, and was glad that Constance and Candid had each other. But he also promised himself that he’d encourage the girls to get to know Philip better, so as to give him a sense of inclusion and family.
Feeling relaxed, all his worries melting away like the red candle wax on the table, Tristan looked around at t
