My Bossy Secretary
“I hope you didn’t drink it because your mother would surely give me a beating.”
The triplets, Leyanne, Lyra Helene, and Selene, were like replicas of their mother, and just like Angela, they got a piece of her big brain, producing three geniuses.
Leyanne shook her head. “Olivia drank it.”
My sister only smiled, looked elsewhere, and then pretended to answer some chats on her smartphone. I wanted to snatch her phone to check her messages, and just like my brother, we wanted to know every guy she claimed as her friend. Maybe Sky and I were afraid she would meet guys like us, especially like me.