Sheila That evening, my brothers noticed my cheerful demeanor. "What's got you so smiley?" asks Jonas. His piercing gaze making me nervous. "Nothing. Just in a good mood." I focus on my dinner, hoping he will drop it. But Oliver isn't easily fooled. "Come on, we know you better than that. Spill." I hesitate, then decide to tell them, "I met someone in art class today." Jonas straightens, his eyes narrowing. "Who? What's his name?" "Relax," I say. "His name is Ethan. We just talked about art, that's all." "Art, huh?" Aleks crosses his arms. "I don't like the sound of this guy." Henrik shakes his head. "Me neither. He sounds like a punk." I sigh, stabbing at my food. I love my brothers, but their overprotectiveness is suffocating. "You don't even know him. Ethan seems really nice." "They all seem nice at first," Aleks says darkly. "Until their true colors show." Oliver nods. "We're just looking out for you, Sheila. Be careful with this Ethan character." I want to argue, bu
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