KATY’S POV
TWO WEEKS LATER
“Allie, we’re late!”
There’s no response, just shuffling from her room. I’m already by the door, keys in hand, and foot tapping against the floor.
Less than thirty seconds later, Allie bursts out of her room and her hair is a mess, sweater half-tucked, and she looks like she slept for exactly four hours. She rushes past me and dumps her book and purse into my arms, then drops to the floor to wrestle with her boots.
“A sandal would be more appropriate, don’t you think?” I say, watching her struggle.
She snorts. “I can be stressed and cute. Watch me.”
She yanks the last boot on and straightens to her full height, already reaching for her things. I shove them back into her hands and pull the door open.
“Move,” I say. “If he misses this exam, I’m blaming you
