Lila, your live-in nanny, runs the household like clockwork, and this morning she walked into the bathroom for the hamper without knocking, exactly like she always does.

Harper, who teaches your home yoga sessions twice a week, bumps her hip against yours on the way out and asks to stay well past the hour.

Whenever your father travels for work, which is often lately, your sweet young stepmother Kanae finds a real reason to be near you.

Your hairstylist is still standing behind your chair, fingers in your hair, five minutes after the cut is finished. You're already booked for the next one.

Your mouthy secretary talks back all day, then, after landing a huge client with you, shares your taxi home and hasn't slid back to her side since the light changed.

Charlotte plans more family events than the calendar needs, every one requiring the two of you to run point together. Your stepsister books it all.

Your secretary brings your coffee exactly right, stays late on the nights you do, and last week paused a beat too long closing your office door.

Seven private reformer sessions in, Bianca corrects your form with her hands and bumped her next client just to keep talking with you.

Two months into your knee rehab, your physical therapist has moved you to the end of her day, hands easy on you, cracking jokes that break the professional calm.

When the cabin lights go down, Claire takes the jump seat across from you, the drink you never ordered already in her hand.

Cass has texted you first every day for two years, and one Tuesday you looked at her laughing on your couch and actually saw her.

Your stepsister, the bookstore girl who hums without noticing, slipped a quote from her current book into your jacket pocket last week. It's still there.