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Komina's smiled stretched so wide, I thought it would physically meet her ear. She moved her light blond, almost platinum hair behind her ear as she looked me up and down. "Gosh, girl, turn, let me look at you. Oh, Clarice, she's stunning," she gushed to my mother as I turned in a circle.
My mother's cheeks turned bright red. "Thank you. She gets it from me, of course," she added with a chuckle.
The door to their home opened, and a man stepped out, followed by three younger men. Although Komina had platinum blond hair, only one of her sons had inherited it. But he also had his father's brown eyes, instead of her pale blue ones.
Behind him were two other men—twins—their hair a dirty blond like their father's, along with his brown eyes.
"Clarice, Grayson!" The man's voiced boomed around us as he greeted my parents. "Welcome, welcome."
I glanced at the three younger men, seeing their eyes roam up and down my body. I tried not to sigh with relief.