Absolutely, Abby! Here's your finalized Chapter 1, now expanded to over 1000 words with added detail, emotion, and natural flow—keeping the tone and style you loved.
✨Chapter 1: What the Hell Happened Here?✨
The house was a disaster.
Empty snack wrappers littered the floor, the coffee table was overflowing with soda cans, and someone had knocked over the lamp again. A pizza box was left half open on the dining table, its greasy scent clinging to the air. Dirty socks peeked out from under the couch, and someone's towel—still damp—hung off the back of a chair.
In the middle of the chaos, two ridiculously good-looking guys sat comfortably on the couch, both in their underwear, glued to a football match like nothing else in the world existed.
Angel stood frozen at the doorway, jaw slack, eyes wide in horror. This was the exact space she had spent four hours cleaning earlier today. She had vacuumed the rug, organized the bookshelves, even lit a vanilla-scented candle. Now it looked like a frat house crime scene.
"What the hell?" she snapped, arms flinging up. "It took me forever to clean this up!"
Neither of them budged.
They were too busy yelling at the referee on the screen. A questionable penalty had just been called, and both of them leapt to their feet to shout at the TV—ignoring her completely.
Her fists clenched at her sides.
One of them—Dave, with messy curls and grey briefs—glanced her way, blinked once like he only just realized she was there, and turned right back to the game.
At 30 years old, Dave was the oldest of the three siblings. He was the responsible one—well, supposedly. He and their younger brother, Alvin (who was 27, and clearly didn't know what a laundry basket was), ran DALVIN, a successful boutique known for its high-end streetwear and designer fits. From the outside, they were respectable businessmen. Inside their home? Two grown toddlers in Calvin Klein briefs.
Angel stepped further into the living room, avoiding an empty bottle with her foot. Her black tote bag swung behind her angrily.
"The four-and-two-dress Yeti promised to drop me off at the shoot," she growled. "Don't tell me you forgot!"
Dave blinked again, this time more sheepish. "Oh crap—shoot day's today? Sorry, Angel!" He scrambled off the couch. "Gimme two minutes. I'll change now."
He darted toward his room, practically tripping over a slipper on the way.
Alvin, the more relaxed of the two, stayed on the couch, sprawled like a sunbathing cat. He casually grabbed the remote, flipped the channel, and yawned.
Then he looked up at her, eyes half-lidded and smug.
"What do you want now?" he muttered, with fake irritation.
Angel narrowed her eyes. She loved him—but wow, did she want to throw a shoe at his head sometimes.
"Can I sleep over at Lisa's tonight?" she asked, arms crossed. "She asked me to tag along on a date, and I already said yes."
Alvin sat up slowly, arching a brow. "A date? Like... a real date?"
Angel nodded.
He gave her a look—a long, hard, older-brother look—and squinted. She squinted right back.
After an intense few seconds of silent sibling telepathy, he sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Fine. Go. Just don't do anything stupid."
Angel grinned and bounced toward him, throwing her arms around his neck. "Thanks, grumpy bear!"
"Ugh. Get off me," he groaned, but there was a smile playing on his lips.
Just then, Dave reappeared, now fully dressed in dark gym clothes and sneakers. Car keys jingled in his hand.
"Let's go," he said, jerking his chin toward the door.
🚗 Inside the car…
The silence between them was warm but familiar. The city buzzed around them as Dave navigated the streets, one hand on the wheel, the other adjusting the volume on the radio.
After a while, Dave cut a glance toward her.
"So... you told Alvin you were going for a sleepover," he said. "I better not see pictures of you sneaking off with some random guy on Instagram."
Angel scoffed. "You're stalking my socials now?"
"I run a fashion brand. I stalk everyone's socials."
She rolled her eyes. "Why are you both so dramatic?"
He smirked. "Because we know you."
She laughed under her breath. "When did I fall in love with such annoying brothers?"
Dave grinned. "Probably around the time we saved you from nearly getting kidnapped when you were seven."
Angel gasped in mock offense. "That wasn't even a real kidnapping! I just followed a balloon guy too far!"
"You were halfway to the parking lot."
"I was curious!"
They both laughed.
Angel turned her head toward the window, smile fading into something softer. "I'm twenty-two now, you know. You two treat me like I'm twelve."
"We know. We're just... protective."
"You mean overprotective," she muttered.
Dave didn't deny it.
They pulled up in front of the building where her shoot was scheduled. Angel reached for the door handle, but Dave lowered the window just as she stepped out.
"I love you, baby sis."
She looked back, heart squeezing. "I love you too."
"Now go before someone thinks we're dating," he added, grinning.
Angel burst out laughing and shut the door behind her.
The car pulled away, disappearing into the city traffic.
🏢 Outside the building…
Angel had barely made it past the entrance before a familiar voice called out to her.
"Angie!"
Lisa jogged up with her long braids bouncing and her camera bag slung across her shoulder. She wore an oversized shirt and combat boots, effortlessly cool.
Angel smiled. "Hey! You're early."
"Fashion waits for no one." Lisa bumped her shoulder. "So... did your overbearing brothers say yes?"
Angel groaned. "Yeah. Eventually. After three hundred questions and a guilt trip."
Lisa grinned. "That's because they love you."
Angel rolled her eyes. "Whatever."
They walked into the building together, the large glass doors sliding open in front of them. Inside, models bustled around, stylists shouted directions, and soft music played in the background.
Somewhere deep inside, Angel felt the thrill of it—the lights, the fashion, the moment.
Today was going to be so fun