Vicky's POV
Both sisters looked in our direction. They smiled—warmly, almost knowingly.
Lilian was the first to approach. The older of the sisters, closest to Oliver's age. "Vicky! What a nice surprise!" she said, pulling me into a hug.
"I was surprised too," I laughed. "Very surprised."
She leaned back, narrowed her eyes at her brother, then whispered, "Did my brother kidnap you?"
I gasped dramatically. "Oh my God, yes! How did you know?!"
She burst out laughing. "Because I know him. He may be the best lawyer in the country, but when it comes to emotions? Words? Expressing what he wants? Hopeless. So… kidnapping is the next logical step."
I snorted. "Makes sense."
"Hi, Vicky." Oliver's youngest sister, Erin, stepped in and gave me another warm hug. "We're really happy you're here."
"Thanks… I think? I'm still very puzzled about everything," I admitted.
