The Revenge Plan
Izzy glowered and bumped her arm petulantly into mine.
“I liked the onesie,” Charlie put in, frowning as if confused. “I still wear it as pajamas.” She glanced toward Haven, including her in the discussion, which charmed me and made me proud of my little sister for so openly accepting her. “They were Wonder Woman themed.”
Haven shook her head and admitted, “I’m so confused right now. What’s going on?”
“Okay, it’s like this,” Izzy explained. “Every year for our spook night, Darcy picks something completely ridiculous that one of us has to wear the entire night.”