Ethan’s POV
I sat in our family's front hall, nursing a cup of tea and my pounding headache. The hangover from last night's celebration with my sisters was brutal. My eyes felt like sandpaper, and I'm pretty sure I looked like death warmed over.
"Stop playing those drinking games with your sisters," Mom scolded, shaking her head at the sight of me. "Just look at yourself, Ethan. Still feeling sick?"
I nodded weakly, not even getting a chance to respond before we heard movement at the entrance. The front door opened, bringing voices and footsteps into our home.
"Sounds like Serena and the girls are back," Mom said, standing to greet them.
I straightened up, trying to look somewhat presentable despite my hangover. When they walked in, I immediately noticed Ryan following beh
