“No, Mom,” I muttered.
“Then get your ass in the shower. We’ve got things to do.”
Her tone brooked no argument, and I knew better than to push back when she used that voice. Grumbling under my breath, I threw off the covers and stomped toward the bathroom. “Fine!” I snapped, slamming the door behind me.
The sound of laughter followed me, and I muttered curses under my breath as I turned on the water. “At least bring me coffee!” I shouted over the sound of the running water.
By the time I emerged from the shower, wrapped in a fluffy towel and nursing a bruised sense of dignity, my room looked like it had been hit by a hurricane. Things were splattered on every available surface, shoes littered the floor, make up everywhere and Vic was holding up her sparkling silver gown to her chest, s
