The first drop of rain fell just as Darya climbed into the backseat of the midnight blue Rolls-Royce Cullinan.
Avery got in after her and gestured for the chauffeur to raise the privacy shield.
He examined his sister, who was admiring the rain outside.
‘Timothy’s romantically interested in you.’ Avery said it as a statement, not a question.
Darya turned her head and scooted closer to her brother. ‘Come on. You know the way he is. It’s at most a crush. It’ll soon pass.’
While other guys his age collected cars or rare wines, Timothy collected girlfriends.
He was never pushy about it—his looks plus his wallet were often enough to draw women towards him.
But his affection never lasted for long.
When Timothy asked her to be his girlfriend, Darya was more amused than fl
