I closed the door to Vivienne's study behind me, my brain already overheating from trying to track which sister wanted what and who I'd accidentally promised things to. The hallway stretched ahead, the same disapproving ancestors staring down at me like a council of judges who'd already decided my guilt.
Troublesome.
My phone buzzed. Harlow's name lit up the screen with approximately thirty-seven emojis and a message that read: ASSISTANT-KUN WHERE ARE U!!! IRIS AND I NEED U FOR VERY IMPORTANT COSPLAY BUSINESS!!!
Below that, another message: also i made cookies and if u don't come eat them cassidy will eat them all and then complain about her stomach hurting
Yeah. That tracked.
I texted back a simple on my way and started walking toward Harlow's room. My feet knew the path now, which bothered me less than it should have. Three weeks and I could navigate this ridiculous mansion without getting lost. Muscle memory or surrender to the chaos, I couldn't tell.
