The truth was, I did enjoy spicy food. But Caleb had always rinsed the shrimp before serving it to me, insisting it was better for my health, insisting I avoid anything too hot. I had assumed it was simply his way of being thoughtful.
Now, staring at Marina, I realized the truth: the one he worried about, the one he had been catering to all this time… it wasn’t me. It had always been her.
Her head tilted slightly, her gaze sharp and calculating, as if she were trying to read every line of my expression and piece together some secret.
“I’ve been meaning to say this since we first met,” she drawled, her voice laced with mockery, “don’t you think we look remarkably alike, little sister?”
Shock slammed into me, my breath catching in my throat. My eyes instinctively darted to the mirrored wall nearby, and I couldn’t stop myself from making the comparison. At first glance, it was impossible to deny—the same dark hair, the same striking eyes, even the subtle angle of her jaw mirrored my own.