Reina and Aina, had finally locked down their brother-in-all-but-blood, Shota. It was the dream, right? Well, this dream came with a whole different kind of sleepwear. Shota was crazier than a pet racoon on espresso.
Life became one long, looped tape of awkward encounters. The kitchen? A salsa dance of chaos. The laundry room? Don’t even peek. They were in so deep they were starting to grow gills. It was their new normal, and honestly? They were riding that wave like pro surfers.
But the universe, as it always does, decided to throw a wrench the size of a smart car into the works. Aina, got handed a love letter from some rando at school. The thing was sweeter than a three-dollar soda, and it landed in her lap like a bomb. At the exact same time, Shota’s eyes started wandering over to a new girl, like a tourist lost in a foreign country.
Suddenly, the whole sister-wife rodeo was shakier than a caffeine addict’s hand. Was the whole enchilada about to fall apart? Were they gonna go from being his main squeeze to yesterday’s trash, left out on the curb?
