All their lives, Virginia and her sisters addressed as a collective. A set of three. Perfectly identical, and identical in perfection. They were complimented, pampered, encouraged and beloved as a set of three. It had never occurred to Virginia the potential injustices this existential uniformity could cause. She never noticed that she loved Valery and Victoria with identical sentiments, nor her unconscious impulse to consult the two whenever Virginia faced a decision that would affect her as an individual.