“So you’re telling me, you would know who was standing next to you based on our scent and eye color alone? Even if we were dressed exactly the same?”
Kota asks.
“Yeah, probably.” I shrug.
“Our parents can’t even do that.” Cam says. His tone is strange, like disbelief.
“Okay, you guys are being weird. I’m going to jump in the shower quick and change. Give me five minutes.” I turn around again and head to my room, but not before noticing the subtle differences between the twins. It’s easy to tell them apart, even with their similar features.
I get in and out of the shower in record time and find two outfits laid out on my bed. One is a bright yellow halter dress, which I can tell Sierra left for me. She knows I’m not comfortable with it. The other is a pair of dark washed skinny jeans and a white sweater with an off-the-shoulder cut neckline. It looks soft and feminine. She even left a cute lacey bralette and tan ankle boots.
I choose the jeans, knowing Sierra knows me too well. She’s probably aware that I wouldn’t voluntarily wear a dress to a backyard party. It’s impressive how well she knows me.
“You ready yet?” Sierra calls from the door.
“Almost, just need to get dressed and throw my hair up.” I reply, knowing it’s a bunch of warriors, not diplomats from other packs, and I don’t need to fuss.
“Absolutely not!” Sierra scoffs. “Get dressed, I’m doing your hair.”
‘We can’t take forever, the guys will come barging in here and carry us down the stairs. I would like to walk back down on my own two feet, thank you very much.’
“It will only take a second. You don’t even need makeup, you’re already so tan from training, but I want you to get a little of your hair out of your face.” Sierra gives me a deep side part, then finger combs my hair.
Instead of tucking my hair behind my ear, she pins the loose strands back with jeweled clips. It looks like I put effort in, and I can’t help smiling at my reflection. She always knows how to dress me up, but keeps me comfortable.
“They are literally about to bang on the door, let’s go.” Sierra says, as we’re about to head out.
“What? How do you know that?” She looks at me funny again.
“T can smell them from here.” We’re at the vanity just outside my bathroom, and I can already smell the distinct scents of the guys.
Kota had his hand raised to knock, but they all had varying looks of surprise as we open the door.
“Holy sh*t! How did you do that?” Sierra breathes out behind me. “I couldn’t smell them until we were halfway across the room. And you got the order correct. Or at least I think you did. Did you guys change?” She asks the twins.
They both nod. “Call it a social experiment,” Cam says, looking straight at me.
“What are you trying to prove, Cam?” I ask, really intrigued.
“That, so far, you are the only person who has been able to say who is who while we are dressed the same, without hints.”
“T told you, you both have different scents and eye color. That alone should be enough if people pay attention. Your hair is usually done differently and your builds are slightly different. There are so many things that make you each unique, I don’t understand.”
“And I really want to unpack the fact that you are the only one who sees those differences, but mom is starting to get impatient, we have to go.” Cam smiles at me and reaches for my hand.
I take it, and let him lead me down the stairs, but let go when we get to the second-floor landing as we’re accosted by people. There are so many more people now, and everyone wants to talk to the guys, Sierra, and surprisingly, me. We spread out, mingling with the crowd, but I can still see all of them. Thank the goddess all my friends are tall.
A guy I know I have seen around gets close to me and starts going on and on about something in the trials. I’m not really sure what he’s talking about, though, he’s talking too fast to keep up. I don’t notice how close he is until I feel something brush my hand; I look down and see him stroking the outside of my hand with one finger. When I look up, he’s only a couple of inches from me, and I freeze.
