Leo had always been the golden boy. Privileged, educated, impeccably dressed, he was the face of entitlement wrapped in charm. Yet beneath his polished exterior was a truth he rarely shared: his twin sister, Margot. Margot's world was vibrant, playful, and endlessly curious. She loved trains, adored her ear protector with their pastel patterns, and had an obsession with Harley Quinn. Not the wild chaos of the comic character, but the misunderstood anti-heroine who fought in her own way for freedom and love. Margot had autism, and to Leo, she was the light that grounded his gilded existence. Every morning, Margot painted a small purple teardrop just under her left eyelid. It was her quiet rebellion, a symbol she had claimed as her own.