I was too lazy to keep sparring with her, so I turned to the stunned Lambert couple. "I heard we'll be in the same class as our dear sister?"
They both nodded quickly.
"Perfect," I smiled. "We'll be sure to take good care of her. By the way, which room will be ours?"
Aunt Laura hurried to lead us upstairs.
Trisha followed, red-eyed and trembling, putting on another generous act as she opened a pink, frilly room.
"Sister, if you don't mind... you can have this one. It's actually yours to begin with..."
Before we could respond, Kian rushed forward again, blocking the doorway like a guard dog.
"This is Mom's gift to my sister! Country bumpkins like you don't deserve a princess room!"
I could feel my temper spike again, but Aunt Laura caught my glare and quickly intervened, frowning at her son.
"Carmela, you can pick any room you like. Think of it as our way of making up for lost time."
My best friend glanced at the nauseatingly pink decor, wrinkled her nose, then turned toward a much larger, brighter bedroom with floor-to-ceiling windows.
"Then we'll take that one! It's big enough for me and Yanna!"
Kian's jaw dropped. "You—you've got to be kidding! That's our parents' room!"