Page 75 of Knot Their Starlet

“Hey Ever!” One of my younger sisters says. “Hope you’re not too busy.”

“I’m about to head to the studio, but I’m never too busy for a call with you.”

“Oh my God, you’re going to the studio!” My other sister, Cleo, says, her wild, bright pink hair forcing its way into the frame of the video call.

“Hey!” Juno hisses. “Personal space!”

“Personal space, you’ve got a sour-puss-face,” Cleo rhymes childishly.

The two of them are twins, and sometimes having twin omega sisters means they bicker like... well, like they’re omega twins.

“Okay, Ever,” Cleo continues. “You have to spill the tea on Beckham’s relationship! I’m dying of curiosity.”

“You know I can’t share that,” I say, letting out a soft chuckle.

“Come on—,” she sing-songs. “Not even for your baby sister?”

“Not even for my baby sister.”

“You’re hijacking my call for gossip?” Juno huffs, wrestling the phone away from Cleo.

“Gossip makes the world go round!” Cleo yells from the background.

Over my time in the industry, I’ve noticed how drastic the difference between musicians and actors can be. I think my sisters are prime examples of this. Juno’s an actress, so she’s used to working on other people’s schedules and call times.

Cleo, on the other hand? She’s paving her way in the music industry. The only schedule she runs on is her own. That may come in part because of my support, considering she’s signed to my label too, but that doesn’t mean she works any less than Juno.

“Well, I just wanted to check up on you, Ever,” Juno says. “It’s been a while since you called.”

“You’re right,” I sigh, stroking my beard. “Sorry about that, June-bug. It’s been busy.”

“But you’ve been alright, right?” There’s a line that appears between her brows. It’s always been one of the distinguishing features between her and Cleo. Maybe because Juno’s always been the worrywart out of the two.

“I’m doing well. No need to worry about me.”

“Okay then,” she nods. “You should call mom when you have a chance. She misses you too. Anyway, we’ve gotta go now. Don’t be a stranger, Ever!”

“I won’t. Love you guys.”

“Love you,” Juno says.

“Love you!” Cleo calls simultaneously.

Silence fills my penthouse apartment after the call ends. Calls with my sisters always make something tighten in my chest. I remember days of the past, the days right after our dad died. When I was sixteen I had to step up and become the man of the house right after my mom had given birth to the twins. My time was filled with uncertainty and long hours.

Now look at us.

It’s funny. It’s been nearly two and a half decades since my dad died, and part of me still misses him, despite… everything about our relationship. There’s still that childish part of me that wonders if he’s looking down at us with pride.

I don’t have too much time to ruminate on these feelings, though. I have some new music to listen to.

The drive to the studio is like second nature. I could do it in my sleep.

When I step around the corner from the parking lot, I see Elijah trying to balance a bunch of things from the local coffee shop on his arm in order to open the door.

“Fancy seeing you here,” I tease, sliding up my aviator shades before helping him open the door.

“Thanks,” Elijah grunts.