“Why do you look so nervous?” Terrence asked casually as we drove toward his parents’ mansion. His tone was light, almost teasing, but I could tell he was observing me closely.

Apparently, his sister had just arrived from abroad, and, to be completely honest, I was really nervous. I had heard things about her before—that she was a bit of a prima donna. And aside from that, I already knew she was the sophisticated, high-society type.

It wasn’t that I felt small or insecure about ...