Roman’s POV.
Casey and I are sitting in our dad’s office like two naughty school kids waiting for the principal to dole out our punishment.
I look at Casey, and like me, she is smug. The door opens and we don’t even flinch as two sets of shoes thud softly against the carpet when our dad and Ivan both round the desk.
Casey and I both snort on a laugh and cover our mouths. Casey holds her fist up and I bump it with mine.
“Worth it.” She says as we take in the Hulk and the Smurf in front of us. Yesterday was so much fun. The food colouring is still on their skin and they still have remnants of the glitter on their skin and in their hair.
“I honestly thought you both grew out of your Terrible Two phase, and boy, was I wrong?” Dad says, as he glares daggers at us both. I side eye Casey an
