ineage as intriguing as their appearance, made their

his steps. "There's the administration office. Let's go," Maximilian directed, his voice low but clear. Seraphi

hem with a welcoming smile. "Welcome to the Boston University family, Holland. Your grandfather

t remained silent, a move that left Harold moment

notice the striking presence of the twins, their appearance almost ethereal. Maximilian, with his athletic build, blue eyes, and blond hair, and Se

, taken aback by the sheer magnetism of the Holland siblings. Once seated, Harold presented th

s next request took

t caught Harold by surprise. "Change my name. I am Maximilian Scott, not Maximilian Holland," he stated firmly. "I

ld only muster a confused "Oh

can passport, I will take my father's CIA family name." The mention of the CIA and the

ary. "Did you also join the CIA, like your father?" The cold look that Maximilian ret

response was enough to convey

better left unasked, especially when it came to students

fted his focus, realizing that the Holland (or Scott) t

ce was filled with an unspoken acknowledgment of their uniq

Seraphina Holland stepped into the sunlight of Boston Univ

indicating the buildings sprawling in opposite directions. "I am going to the Mechanical Engineering department. I

ty's campus. Her bewilderment was apparent, prompting Maximilian to offer a rare moment of assistance. "Do you need m

w me. Do you get that?" His words were sharp, a reminder of the secret life that coursed beneath the surface of their outward appearances. Seraphina's co

is head. As an undercover CIA agent, the necessity of distancing himself from familial ti

ter turn when she bumped into Monika, a friend from her boarding school days in

n's actions were guided by his training and the need for secrecy, something that made navigating normal college life and relationships part

complexity of their situation. As an undercover CIA agent, he had to keep a low profile, includi

t of Seraphina. She was the one he had never forgotten, the one who had always held a special place in his heart. Seeing her there

as puzzled to see his friend so captivated by Seraphina.

past, of being torn apart by her grandfather in Geneva, and the painful day Armin's mother was taken by

Monika, unaware of the deep history between them, greeted Armin with a smile, trying to bri

was now visibly shaken. Unable to withstand the intensity of the moment, Seraphina

ted Armin. "Why are you always making her so much

even himself. "Because she's a Scott, and she deserves it," he sai

er presence had stirred. Navin, witnessing this exchange, realized the complexity of the s

f academic pursuit for Armin; it was a battleground of the heart, where old

rustration. "She is Seraphina Holland. Not Scott. And why do you hate her so mu

matter if she's Scott or Holland, I hate her entire family. We a

er came and took her away. Do you even think she understood anything at that time?" she a

of his mother's abduction. "But her father, CIA agent Neil Scott, took m

na do in such a case?" Monika argued, attempting to sep

jorn and I were raised alone without a mother," Armin shot

change the subject. "Seraphina and I are in the BBA section. Whic

the heated exchange, chimed in with enthusiasm. "We are in the Law

heerful demeanor, felt a mix of confusion and urgency. She quickly said g

end, the complex web of past grievances and

d by family legacies and the struggles of moving