It's been days since Aubrey learned that Priscilla Sinclair was engaged to her eldest brother, Collin Aubrey. Aubrey spent the first week of hearing the news to lock herself in her room, even if no one in the family was watching. For the next few days, Aubrey didn't bother to look for Pris—the nickname she had given to Priscilla and, of course, her phone messages piled up. All of those messages are from Priscilla, such as...

**don't you remember me..? Don't you want to visit this ‘elder girl’ anymore?*

**Don't you want to eat your blueberry ice cream cake anymore, hmm, little one? Come to find me.*

Aubrey’s heart softens every time she sees it, but the thought that she is going to call Priscilla her sister-in-law soon, she doesn't look at it anymore. Fast forward two weeks, when she had just finished reviewing for the final exam at school, Aubrey walked out of the gate, a tall and sleek figure leaning back against a gray Ferrari parked on the school’s sidewalk. Her Pris.