"Livana Isole Liveshade! If your feet aren't on these stairs in under thirty seconds, I am leaving for school without you, and you can explain to Mom why you missed birthday pancakes!" I groaned, burying my face deeper into my pillow. *Wait. What time is it?* I scrambled for my phone on the nightstand, squinting at the screen. I was supposed to have another twenty minutes. "Mom made the chocolate chip ones!" my sister, Genevieve, announced, poking her head past my bedroom door. Her light copper hair was pulled up into a messy bun, her pale hazel eyes dancing with mischief. "I'm awake, I'm awake," I muttered, swinging my legs over the edge of the bed. I’m seventeen or at least, I am for another six hours. Genevieve Harmony Liveshade is two years younger than me, fresh off her own sixteenth birthday last week. Because our birthdays are practically stacked on top of each other and we inherited the exact same pale skin, full lips, and hazel eyes, people constantly mistake us for twins.
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