"These are my twin daughters, Sienna and Lyra."
At the sound of their names, the girl with longer hair gently pushed the other forward. Only then did Mark realize the second twin was seated in a wheelchair.
Even though their faces were nearly identical, he could tell them apart instantly. The difference lay in their expressions. They looked physically around eighteen, tall with mature curves, yet something about them still felt unmistakably like children.
Perhaps it was the dresses adorned with excessive ribbons. At that age, noble daughters would usually abandon such childish ornaments, remove the oversized bows from their collars, and prepare for their debut in society.
These two are still dressed like porcelain dolls.
"Good evening, Mr. Addams. My name is Sienna," the standing twin said politely. Her right eye was crimson, her left golden.
Lyra's eyes were the opposite, though her expression remained blank.
