Zack had barely turned the key in the lock when he felt something was off. The second the door creaked open, the unmistakable scent of Deborah's signature vanilla-scented candles hit him. He sighed heavily, leaning against the doorframe for a moment before stepping inside. His suspicions were confirmed when he spotted his older brother Lincoln sprawled out on his couch, comfortably flipping through a financial magazine as though it were his own place. Meanwhile, Deborah, the stunning brunette that Zack both admired and pitied for having to put up with his brother, was perched elegantly on one of his kitchen stools, nursing what looked like a glass of orange juice while eyeing the bottle of wine.
"Make yourselves at home, why don't you?" Zack muttered under his breath, rolling his eyes as he shut the door behind him.
