I was about to roast her again when Aunt Mariz shot her a sharp glare and spoke gently to my brother.
"Noah, you can choose any room you like. Think of it as our way of making it up to you."
My brother wrinkled his nose, glancing distastefully at Felix's overly delicate, floral-themed room. Then he turned and pointed boldly to a spacious, sunlit bedroom at the end of the hall.
"I'll take that one! It's big enough for me and Lenon!"
Sheila nearly screamed. "You've got to be kidding me—that's Mom and Dad's room!"
I smiled sweetly at Aunt Mariz. "Mom, you did say we could pick any room we wanted, right? You're not going back on your word, are you?"
Aunt Mariz's smile twitched, but after a long pause, she nodded reluctantly.
"Wonderful!" I said cheerfully. "We're exhausted from the trip. Mom, Dad, you two should rest early too!"
Then I pulled my brother into our new room and slammed the door shut, leaving the stunned family frozen in the hallway.
From that day on, we began our new life as the Watson family's most unorthodox "young masters."
And over the next week, my brother and I did what any self-respecting newly-rich duo would do—we went on a glorious, unstoppable shopping spree.