Riley POV
I had dreamed about spiders.
Not real spiders. Fake ones. They had chased me through the mansion while the twins laughed from the ceiling and Sophie pressed mysterious remote controls.
Needless to say, I woke up in a terrible mood.
I sat up in bed, rubbing my face. “Today,” I muttered, “I’m winning.”
No more getting fooled. No more screaming. No more falling into fountains. Those three little monsters had embarrassed me enough.
I climbed out of bed, threw on jeans and an oversized sweatshirt, tied my hair into a ponytail, and marched downstairs with one mission: win.
The kitchen was already busy. Martha looked up from her coffee and smiled. “Good morning.”
“Morning.”
“You look determined.”
“I am.”
She chuckled. “I assume yesterday didn’t scare you away.”
“It only made
