He Fell For My Sister From A Class Photo Chapter 14

He Fell For My Sister From A Class Photo Chapter 14

The alcohol still hummed in my system.

It was already afternoon the next day when I pried my eyes open.

The dorm was unnervingly quiet.

Sitting next to my bed… was my sister, of all people.

Hearing me stir, she turned her head. “Are you alright? Want something to eat?”

Even in winter, she wore thin, elegant clothes.

Her silhouette was graceful, her face flawless.

I shook my head lightly. “I’m not hungry.”

My sister studied my expression, then handed me a paper bag.

“It’s a dress. I designed it and made it for you myself.”

She looked down at me, her voice suddenly incredibly gentle.

“Didn’t you always feel wronged as a kid because Mom and Dad never bought you new clothes?

From now on, every piece I make, you’ll get one too.”

I didn’t say a word, but tears pricked at my eyes.

I mumbled into my blanket, “Sometimes you really annoy me. I want to hate you, but I can’t even manage that.”

“Yeah,” my sister said calmly. She nodded. “Mom and Dad favored me. I got the better end of the

deal. You should hate me.”

“But back then, I was just a kid too. I didn’t have a say. When I saw how badly you wanted to learn dance, I told Mom to let you join…”

She arched a brow and laughed a little. “You probably don’t know this, but Mom hit me for that. Called me a quitter, said I just wanted to slack off.”

I stared up at her, stunned.

I really hadn’t known.

But she just shrugged it off, looking totally nonchalant. “I know you hate how much I date around.

But those guys are dumb and loaded.”

“I string a few along, pick the tolerable ones to date, and I can quickly save up enough for us to be

independent. So we’d have the courage and the means to leave that house for good.”

I’d always known my sister was clear-headed and cold.

But I’d never realized that Mom and Dad’s favoritism back then had also been their way of controlling her.

My sister quickly brushed off the heavy mood and turned to me.

“Why were you crying in front of Ethan last night?”

I looked up. “How do you know?”

She shot back, “How could I not? He dropped you off at the dorm entrance. I was the one who came

to get you.”

I must’ve cried myself completely out, and passed out the second I slumped into the car.

I honestly hadn’t known.

Vivienne kept no secrets from me. She told me everything.

So under her expectant gaze, after hesitating, I told her the whole story with Ethan.

Including those two years in high school, how he’d mistaken her for me, and my breakdown last

night.

My sister listened, stayed quiet for a beat, then let out a soft tsk.

“You believe that explanation of his?”

I muttered, “That day we took the graduation photo, you wore the watch. I didn’t.”

My sister glanced at me. “That explains it. He kept fishing for details about my past when we were

seeing each other.”

She added, “But the total time we actually dated was less than two weeks. We only held hands

twice.”

She gave me a meaningful look. “I don’t care who you date. Just don’t be stupid and let yourself get

played.”

She stood up. “I have class. There’s soup on the desk. Eat it later.”

She grabbed her bag and turned to leave.

Before she could go, I leaned forward and called out, “Vivienne.”

She paused and looked back. “What?”

I covered the lower half of my face with my blanket and said quietly, “Nothing. It snowed yesterday. You should wear more layers these next couple days.”

My sister watched me for a long moment before finally humming. “Got it.”

Junior year of college, I started running projects with my advisor on construction sites.

I’d come home from work every day dusty and worn out, only to see my stunning sister and Ethan in

his crisp suits.

By then, Vivienne’s design company was making a name for itself.

Ethan’s dad had ordered him back to intern at the family corporation.

That year marked the fifth year I’d known Ethan.

I finally said yes to being with him.

That tendency to overthink and close myself off was a deep scar left by my first eighteen years.

I couldn’t take that step easily or bravely.

But my sister had patience.

But Ethan had patience.

They were always there for me, waiting patiently for me to finally come out of my shell.

So finally, I dared to shatter the thick shell around my heart.

I stepped out bravely, and walked straight into a spring that was all mine.