Rest for the evening and let time pass until Rick comes home from work

You stretch on the sofa, suddenly aware of how tired you are after the day's activities. "I think I'm gonna just chill until Daddy gets home," you announce to Becky, stifling a yawn.

"Good idea, babe." Becky glances at her phone. "He texted earlier saying he'd be late tonight—some property deal closing. Probably won't be back until after ten."

You curl up on the leather sofa, still wearing just the tiny apron and stilettos. Becky disappears into her bedroom and returns in pink pajama shorts and a tank top, carrying a fuzzy blanket. She drapes it over you gently.

"There you go, sis," she says softly, settling into the armchair with her phone.

Time passes lazily. You drift in and out of consciousness, the penthouse quiet except for the occasional ping of Becky's phone. Through heavy eyelids you watch her typing intently, her face serious in a way that seems unusual for her new personality. She notices you watching and quickly smiles.

"Just texting some friends," she explains breezily.

Around eight o'clock, Becky orders Thai food from an expensive delivery service. You eat together on the sofa, her feeding you pad thai directly from the container while you giggle at some reality show on the massive television. The normality of it—two sisters hanging out—feels comforting despite everything that's changed.

By nine-thirty you're dozing again, the blanket tucked around your enhanced curves. You're vaguely aware of Becky moving around the penthouse, tidying up, checking her phone repeatedly.

The sound of the private elevator jolts you awake. Heavy footsteps cross the marble foyer.

"There's my girls," Rick's voice rumbles warmly. He looks exhausted, his tie loosened and jacket slung over one arm. His eyes light up when he sees you on the sofa. "Been waiting up for Daddy, princess?"

You sit up quickly, the blanket falling away to reveal the tiny apron. "Hi Daddy! We totally missed you!"

Rick crosses to the sofa and leans down to kiss you deeply, his hand cupping your face. When he pulls back, he's smiling. "Rough day at the office, baby. That Canary Wharf deal finally closed, but Christ, the lawyers made me earn it."

Becky bounces over and hugs her father from behind. "You look tired, Daddy. Want me to make you a drink?"

"Whisky, neat," he says gratefully, sinking into the armchair. "So what have my beautiful girls been up to today?"

22:40 | Tuesday 5 August 2025 | Rick's Penthouse, London

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