Selene's POV
"I swear, Mira's been glowing lately," I whispered to Antonio as we arrived at the charming little rooftop restaurant Ayra had picked out.
"Glowing?" Antonio chuckled. "You mean like she's got a secret?"
"More like she's hiding a full-blown novella."
And I wasn't wrong.
Because the moment Mira and Amara walked in—both holding hands with two very tall, very striking men—we all paused.
Ayra's brows shot up. Eliot nearly dropped his glass of water. And I—well, I just leaned closer to Antonio and whispered, "Oh boy."
"Everyone," Mira grinned, looping her arm around her companion, "this is Ronan." He gave us a crooked smile, charming in a slightly arrogant kind of way.
Amara, standing quieter beside her twin, cleared her throat. "And this is Riven."
He nodded politely, his dark eyes serious but kind. "Nice to meet you all."
We all exchanged hellos, but the air wasn't just polite—it was charged.
Ronan pulled out Mira's chair for her. "You didn't tell me your sister-in-law was a Vogue model," he teased, looking at me.
"I didn't tell you on purpose," Mira said, winking at me. "Didn't want to intimidate you."
Antonio raised an eyebrow at Riven, half-joking. "And you? Are you here for Amara, or just to cause a poetic storm?"
Riven didn't flinch. "Both. I like a little thunder with my rain."
Amara flushed a deep pink and buried her face in her mocktail.
Eliot leaned toward Ayra, whispering, "This is going to be fun."
We laughed, shared stories, and as the night deepened, it felt like two new pieces had clicked into place in our mosaic of relationships.
They weren't just random flings or pretty faces—they listened, understood, and matched the energy we all built over the years.
Somehow... it felt like they belonged.
By the end of dinner, Mira was resting her head on Ronan's shoulder. Amara and Riven sat close, sharing quiet conversations.
And as we stood to leave, Antonio leaned into me and whispered, "What do you think of the new guys?"
I smiled. "I think the table just got a little more interesting."
Ayra's POV
We had no idea how we all ended up planning a spontaneous weekend trip to a private countryside villa, but by the time the bags were packed and the cars were loaded, excitement buzzed louder than the engines.
Selene and Antonio rode up front in one car with Mira, while I sat with Amara, Eliot, Ronan, and Riven in another. Music played low. The wind was gentle. But what wasn't gentle?
Antonio's eyes in the rearview mirror, watching Ronan and Riven like a hawk.
Once we reached the villa—an elegant place wrapped in greenery and distant mountains—we scattered like kids on summer vacation.
Mira tugged Ronan toward the swing set, laughing as they tried to fit on one. Amara hesitated a little longer near Riven, and I could tell she was still a bit guarded. And who wouldn't be, after what Nathaniel had done?
Antonio wasn't subtle. Not even a little.
He pulled Ronan and Riven aside before dinner. Selene and I were inside helping Melinda prepare, but I caught part of the conversation through the open window.
"You two seem decent," Antonio began, arms crossed. "But I'm not just a brother. I helped raise them. Mira and Amara are not passing stops—they're destinations."
Riven nodded calmly. "We're not in a hurry. But we're not playing either."
"And I know what heartbreak looks like," Ronan added with unusual seriousness. "We're here because we feel something. Not because we want something."
That was the moment I saw Antonio's eyes soften, even just slightly. He gave a small nod and said, "Good. Just remember—if you ever hurt them, you'll answer to me and Selene."
"And Eliot," Eliot chimed in, casually leaning against the doorframe with a grin. "I may not look it, but I'm sneaky."
Selene burst out laughing, holding a tray of fruit. "You're about as sneaky as a bell tower."
But the tone was light now. And by the time dinner was served under the stars, the conversations flowed with laughter and comfort.
Amara sat beside Riven, visibly more at ease, and Mira leaned in when Ronan whispered something that made her cheeks go pink.
And Antonio? He held Selene's hand beneath the table, but his gaze still flicked protectively toward his sisters. Always watching. Always caring.
That night, as the stars scattered like spilled glitter overhead, we all sat around the fire pit—two couples, two new flirts, and a warm growing sense that our family… was getting fuller.
And maybe, just maybe, Ronan and Riven would pass every test we hadn't even known we were giving.