KATY'S POV
“Thank you, everyone, for showing up,” I announce, standing proudly in front of my makeshift projector setup. The bedsheet I used as a screen keeps slipping from the wall, but I ignore that small detail. This presentation is everything.
Justin lets out an exaggerated yawn. “You didn’t exactly give us a choice to decline, did you?”
I shoot him a look, and Braydon snorts while Allie tries to hide her laugh behind her cup of coffee. It’s not even that early, it’s eleven a.m., which is practically midday. I’m sure he’s had time for breakfast, maybe even a snack or two. The drama is unnecessary.
And for the record, I sent a very polite text.
“BE IN MY ROOM BY 10:50 A.M. I KNOW YOUR PRACTICE ENDS BY 9 ON SATURDAYS! BE HERE!!!!”
See? Just the perfect text from a sister to her bro
