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Iris's POV
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( this is a new chapter 46 to those of you who have read the first one please ignore it. I've explained more in the author's note at the end of the chapter.)
I've lived on this earth for approximately 16 years, give or take a few but I've done a lot of research and collected endless amounts of data which leads to my conclusion.
My hypothesis is that all brothers go through a phase that never really ends.
Using every mirror except their own, and I think this because each of them has a mirror in their room and yet Valentino, Valerius, and Zo are all taking up space in my room flexing in my mirror.
"Are you finished?"
"No," they said in unison.
Just as I let my head fall back on the bed Valentino started talking.
"Iris honey be honest, I'm the best-looking musketeer right," before I could answer the question Lorenzo and Valerius's laughter interrupted.
"Valentino why would even be you it's obviously me,"
"That's impossible, I thought we already established that you're the ugly twin,"
"We're identical,"
"True," Lorenzo stated, "which is why you both look as bad as each other and there's no need to question cause it's me,"
Standing up I pulled the silk black dress off the hanger and laid it on the bed.
"Great now that's sorted get out,"
They all protested as I pushed them out of my room which took a lot of strength considering that the three of them were taller and stronger than me.
We were being forced to go to dinner with another family before Nario's birthday party tomorrow, I hated dinners they made me feel awkward and I didn't like eating in front of strangers but eating birthday cake with a bunch of six-year-olds sounded like a dream.
So for that reason, among others like Donnie dragging me out of my room so I plugged in my straighteners, once I had finished each section I took them out and began putting on slight touches of makeup. At some point, Nario had come into the room and sat on my bed as he watched me.
Once I'd done he walked over towards me with his shoes in hand.
"You know how to put your shoes on,"
"Yeah but you do it better,"
Smiling at him I put his shoes on before he gently gripped my fingers and lead me out of my room as we began walking down the stairs.
I didn't want to go to this meal something didn't just feel right.
As Nario and I got to the bottom of the stairs the boy's eyes turned to us, Emilio was the first to approach us.
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