Sebastian's POV.

"Don't you have someone," Lydia waves her hand toward the chaos of books that she slammed into the wall, "to do that?"

She's talking about Gigi on her knees sorting the books into piles.

My sister's jaw shifts and she tips her nose in the air, "I wasn't raised that way."

Her eyes flick to mine and I give her a warm smile. Affection blossoms in my throat. She truly does sound like our mother.

"Well, my ...