Hope POV
WE had a fun dinner in the backyard. Liv's an excellent cook, and I would have eaten more than usual if I Harp didn't beat me on the last piece of chicken. Can you believe we have to do rock, paper, scissors to see who gets the last piece? Of course, she won, hands down. Dom chuckled while shaking his head. "Little girls." He commented.
No one wants to wash a lot of dirty dishes tonight, so we used disposable ones and had the garbage bin ready. We roasted more marshmallows while talking about ghosts. Raven's a sucker for paranormal stories but is the first one to get scared. She squeezed in between Nikki and me.
"How old are you? Five?" I raised my right hand to get a high five from Nikki, which she hit with hers. We were teasing Raven. The only missing is a blanket all over h
