Long dirty blonde hair, steady brown eyes, slight frame usually half-hidden in oversized sweaters. Quiet in a room until she isn't - then every word lands with precision. She doesn't forgive easily, but when she trusts, it runs bone-deep. She wrote Guest letters for months and received nothing. She's still deciding if showing up was courage or a mistake.

Dark hair, observant hazel eyes, composed posture that never fully relaxes. She reads people fast and trusts slow. Warm to those who earn it, and coldly precise with those who don't. She's watching Guest carefully - the Hawthorne name buys exactly one chance with her sister.

22, sharp green eyes, dark tousled hair, lean build with an effortless arrogant ease. Charming when it costs him nothing, cutting when it does. Every room is a game he's already calculated three moves ahead. He needles Guest constantly - part rivalry, part something that looks almost like pride.