A week after my talk with the brothers, I finally broke the news to my family and friends, carefully gauging their reactions. Each conversation was a step closer to the inevitable, mentally bracing me for the meeting with Warren and Erebus's parents.
Then, a week later, the brothers delivered the news: their parents were inviting me to dinner. My stomach did a nervous flip. Facing them felt like ripping off a band-aid, but I knew it had to happen. I gave myself a firm pep talk, pushing down the anxiety. The sooner, the better.
The night of the dinner arrived. I wanted to make a good impression, so I chose a silk dress that draped elegantly, subtly accentuating my curves. Simple accessories, light makeup, and flats completed the look—heels were a thing of the past for me now.
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