Tasting my stepbrother daddies.
I had woken up, gotten breakfast, and was on a phone call with my friends Chloe and Eve.
“It’s insane, guys,” I said. “I can’t believe you’re going to such a big event. Chloe mutters.
“I mean, your life is like a novel Sadie —from being the best freshman, and so much more with a level entry, IT, internship—and now you’re invited to the 77th Rossi Consolidated Anniversary.”
“Oh, I need to be human next life,” Eve said, and I couldn’t help but giggle. A part of me knew she was right.