Jasper gasped. "Julian, you manipulative jerk! You're trying to steal her grand entrance!"
He puffed out his chest and squeezed right in front of Serena. "I'll walk you out! I'm the best-looking one here. We'll make the most aesthetically pleasing duo."
Jerrick scoffed. "With your pretty-boy face, people will think you're her sister. She needs a rugged man like me by her side to highlight her elegance."
Julian chuckled, casually adjusting his cufflinks. "Since both of you are acting like children, I'll take the honors."
"In your dreams!" Jasper exploded. "You already spend the most time with her. Tonight is my turn!"
Serena watched the three of them bicker, fully aware they were seconds away from tearing the lounge apart.
A helpless smile touched her lips.
Ever since the three of them had reunited at the Lancaster estate, this exact scenario played out daily.
Just then, a low chuckle broke the tension.
A tall, striking figure strolled into the room.
The man wore a custom suit in the exact same midnight shade as Serena's dress. The tailoring was flawless, his collar slightly unbuttoned, exuding a careless yet undeniable aristocratic aura.
Subtle dark-gold embroidery lined his collar and cuffs—a direct match to the intricate patterns on Serena's gown.
Matching outfits.
Blatant, undeniable matching outfits.
The brothers' expressions shifted instantly.
Jasper narrowed his eyes. "Nicholas Blackwood, what's the meaning of this?"
Julian pushed up his glasses, his smile remaining but his eyes turning glacial. "Mr. Blackwood, your attire is quite... coincidental."
It was clearly deliberate!
Nicholas acted entirely oblivious to their murderous glares. He smiled warmly at the trio. "Thank you for the compliment. My suit... Serena prepared it for me herself."
The temperature in the room plummeted.
For this gala.
All three of them were wearing exclusive YB Atelier pieces that Serena had personally tailored for them.

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