Marsai’s POV:
The morning was annoyingly perfect—clear skies, soft sunlight, the kind that almost guilt-tripped you into being productive. With my to-do list already checked off, I decided to steal a few minutes for myself and crack open one of my school notes.
I knew I ought to meet the triplets but it was Just a quick skim, I told myself. The triplets could wait.
I’d barely even flipped the first page when the door slammed open, nearly startling the book out of my hands. I saw the triplets walk in, three matching grins lighting up their faces. Well, except Ethan. His grin didn’t quite reach his eyes.
Too sharp. Too fake.
Navian and Miles wasted no time in striding towards me. Ethan, on the other hand, merely stood at the doorway, leaning casually against the frame.
“Hey, Marsai.
