My Bothersome Life 126 Siblings 3

I nervously knocked on the door to greet my older twin sister.

I have never seen my sister ever since she went to the first district for school.

My parents never liked to talk about her as they would worry about how she was faring in the first district all alone.

My mother would sometimes secretly cry in the bedroom as she would go through the photo alb.u.ms that was sent by her school.

However, I didn't feel attached to my older sister compared to my parents. My older sister was almost like a stranger to me as I barely remembered how she looked like.

If I didn't grow up with my older twin sister before kindergarten, I would've thought that I was the only child in my family.

I was not able to meet my sister whenever she visited the third district. I was coincidently at summer camp or had a sleepover at my friend's house.

I gasped as I stared at a young girl with an otherworldly appearance.

Her silky hair that drifted like a smooth waterfall was decorated with jewels that sparkled in the sunlight inside tiny braids that was well hidden among her wavy voluminous hair.

Her orange speckled eyes shined as she smiled gracefully with her small heart-shaped lips.

She wore a rich yellow dress that had toppled layers of the finest fabric as it followed her tiny movements.

I stumbled a few steps back as I could not imagine that she was my twin sister.

"You can come in," my sister gestured with her bell-like voice.

I entered her room to find it cold and bare. It looked like it was barely used as only the necessary furniture needed occupied the s.p.a.ce in the large room.

When I took a glance of the guests that my sister had brought with her, I felt ma.s.sively underdressed.

I wore a cheap t-shirt with a printed design and cotton blue shorts from a sale at the mall with my friends.

I couldn't even compare my clothes to the boy around my age who wore a fine collared shirt with posh tailored slacks.

The boy appeared as if he came out of a top fashion magazine as his beautiful looks dazzled my eyes.

His long eyelashes and bright ocean blue eyes instantly captured my attention with his strong jawline.

The boy carefully studied my expression as I observed his handsome face before turning my focus to the two girls that also appeared to be around my age that sat on the floor.

I stopped myself from gasping again as I found another beauty staring at me.

The beauty had ink-black long hair that reached her hips. Her cherry red lips moved as she asked me, "Do you want to join us?"

Maybe everyone in the first district wore fancy clothes.

Everyone in the room wore clothes that was fit for going to a fancy event rather than to visit a regular house in the third district.

The room was bedazzled by the number of expensive jewels and gems that decorated their clothes.

The silk fabric made the light bounce off to multiple directions of the room, creating almost a dis...o...b..ll effect on the white walls.

I nodded my head as I sat down as elegantly as possible on the floor where my sister and two of her guests sat in a circle.

"I think he's my younger brother," My sister introduced me to her guests.

It made sense that my sister did not know how I looked like. She didn't have access to the photo alb.u.ms like I did.

However, I was still surprised about the difference in how she appeared in real life compared to the pictures from when she was younger.

"What do you mean by 'I think'?" Another exquisite beauty teased my sister. I took a long look of her rare platinum hair and intelligent silver eyes.

She bloomed like a flower grown from the moonlight shining upon her as she warmly gazed at my sister whenever she talked.

"Maybe I should take pictures of him just as you took pictures of Miele," My sister softly muttered.

"Rika!" The boy scolded my sister as he frowned in response.

"I was joking," My sister sulked before turning towards me.

"I apologize for my partner's joke," The boy softened as if he was used to apologizing to other people for my sister.

"It's fine," I immediately answered him.

I wondered what the boy meant when he claimed that my sister was his partner.

At this rate, my sister seemed like she came from another world compared to the world I lived in with our parents.

My sister seamlessly blended in with her guests from the first district that it was hard to believe that she originally came from the third district.

If my sister and I stood beside each other, there was no way that people would recognize us as siblings with the graceful aura she gave off.

It was like she was bred from an extremely affluent family where its members were trained extensively to rise as leaders to earn respect from their workers.

"Back to the main topic. Let's start thinking of what to cook today," My sister steered her guests back to the conversation before I came into the room.

The boy sighed as he helplessly watched my sister talk about what she wanted to try making today.