Who would have thought a simple fifty-cent face mask could cause such a stir?

Mom’s voice rang out from the back of the house, "Soren Evans, hurry up and get the kids to come home. Emma will be back soon and we need to give her a big surprise."

I stood there, stunned, while the comment section exploded with updates flooding in at lightning speed.

[Whoa! So handsome!]

[Oh my gosh! Does the poor kid’s brother look this good?]

[Those ridiculously long legs! And there are two of them!]

[Wait, the one in the mask looks familiar.]

Sandro was the first to walk into the living room, a scholarly aura surrounding him, his presence as refined as polished jade.

Then came Dallas, wearing a black mask that barely revealed his sharp, eagle-like eyes. His walk was casual, a hand shoved deep in his pocket, oozing a laid-back yet rebellious charm.

Mom gave them a quick glance.

"Did you order the cake? Emma loves Elite Reverie’s cakes."

Dallas replied with a careless tone, "It’s from Elite Reverie. They’ll deliver it later."

[That’s a laugh. Do you even know how expensive Elite Reverie is? Even the wealthiest have to pick up their orders themselves!]

[Still playing the game at home, huh?]

[Probably one of those five-dollar floral basket cakes. That’s more their speed.]

Just as the laughter died down, the phone rang.

Dallas answered it, his expression shifting ever so slightly.

"There’s been a small hiccup with the cake delivery. Of all days to have an issue, it had to be on our little birthday star’s special day! I’ll go take care of it."

Sandro’s hand shot out, resting on his younger brother’s shoulder.

"Your temper is only going to make things worse. Let me handle it."

Dallas glanced around, his eyes darting before he responded, "Fine, you're more reliable anyway."

If he were the one handling it, the whole situation would probably spiral into chaos.

"Then let me borrow a car."

"Sure," he replied with a shrug. "Which one do you want? I’ve got a McLaren and a Maybach."

Sandro waved him off, "Forget it. I’ll just grab something from the underground garage."

[This is hilarious! A McLaren and a Maybach? How could a place like this even have an underground garage? Did they dig a tunnel themselves?]

[Take whatever you want? Are we talking about bicycles or mopeds? Maybe they put a label on a seat and called it a car.]

[Repeat after me: They're faking it! Total frauds!]