Ben was still in the kitchen when the twins came down. They were different boys to those Drew had walked in on that morning. For one thing, they were laughing and jostling each other in a light, friendly way.
It was obvious straight away that there wouldn’t be an evening of Netflix in their future. Both were dressed for partying. Amara wore chocolate brown leather trousers, slung low on the hip, with a fine-mesh black shirt under a silk waistcoat. Aria was, as usual, very different, in stone