Three Queens, One Chaos
She Ghosts, She Farts, I Calculate
We’re not your average sister trio. One gives out fake numbers. One video calls me from her toilet. And one (hi, me) solves formulas for fun. This is our love story—part chaos, part genius, all heart.
Three Queens
There’s something sacred about sisterhood—the kind that makes you laugh until your belly aches, cry until your eyeliner betrays you, and believe, no matter what, that the world is still a soft place to land.
My sisters and I are not a matching trio. No choreographed TikToks, no shared tattoos, no group name we all agree on. Just three wildly different women stitched together by inside jokes, accidental wisdom, and an unshakeable bond.
Let me introduce you.
First, there’s Heidi—the Beauty Queen.
A mystery cloaked in elegance. She’s the one guys chase, only to end up with the number to a local sandwich shop. She’s stunning, unreachable, and posts on Instagram maybe once a year—each one more cryptic than the last. No Facebook, obviously.
Privacy and perfume are her love language. She drifts in and out of rooms like a dream you can’t quite hold—but you’ll remember her scent forever. Out of respect (and mild fear), I’ll stop there. You’re welcome, Heidi.
Then we have Sarah—the Drama Queen.
Not her real name, but we’re using it so I can feel like a real author.
Sarah is what happens when you mix glitter, garlic, and stand-up comedy. If you baked her personality, it’d be one cup sugar, two scoops of hot sauce, a pinch of pink confetti, and 4.5 cloves of garlic thrown in at the last second, just because. She’ll cry over a cold like it’s the season finale of a telenovela, rip the loudest fart mid-monologue, then casually pivot to her latest business empire like nothing happened.
Yes, she owns homes and couture gowns—but she brags about her $3.50 shoes like they’re Balenciaga. She’s the kind of sister who video calls at 10 PM to ask where she is. (I recognize the bathroom window. She’s on the toilet.)
And then there’s me—the Genius Queen.
Let’s keep it humble: 100% beauty, 200% brains, and 300% madness.
I solve physics problems like people do easy Sudoku. Calculus? No sweat. Architecture? My sleepy-time hobby. I fired my tax accountant because I do accounting better and faster than he ever could.
I’m too shy to sing in public but fine skydiving with strangers. My logic zigzags. I think in colors, layers, and textures. I don’t make much sense to others, which is why I make perfect sense to myself.
One Chaos
Together, we don’t match on paper—but we click.
Three sisters. One orbit. A little wild, a little weird, always full of love. We roast each other daily and protect each other fiercely.
You can blame it on the genes. But really, it’s just magic.
Got sisters?
Tell me your trio. And which queen are you?