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It's not you I'm worried about.

Mum:

Your father's not coming to the dress fitting, Doran.

Me:

I meant Rhiannon.

Mum:

Your sister is delightful.

Me:

My sister is a menace.

Another text, this time from the menace herself:

Rhiannon:

Try not to scare her off before I meet her.

Me:

That's your job, little sister.

Rhiannon:

Rude. I'm absolutely charming.

I promise I'll only show her SOME of your baby photos

Me:

Rhiannon.

Rhiannon:

The naked ones are my favorite.

Especially the one where you're crying because Mum wouldn't let you marry your motorcycle.

Me:

I was four.

Rhiannon:

And apparently very committed to that bike.

I pocket my phone before I'm tempted to cancel the whole thing.

The last thing Revna needs is my twenty-five year old sister showing her embarrassing photos and telling stories about my awkward teenage years.

Though knowing Rhiannon, she's already created a PowerPoint presentation for it.

I spend the next hour handling business—approving shipments, reviewing territory reports, authorizing payments.

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