Lana’s POV
Tate didn’t return until dinner time, I am pretty sure he was leaving it till the last minute before he had to return so, he didn’t have to put up with my sister. Arial had made herself quite at home in the spare bedroom and was also raiding my wardrobe while I cooked dinner, I was dreading having to see how much of it was on the floor, she wasn’t exactly one to refold something after she pulled it out.
Hearing her coming down the stairs I look up. She skips into the dining room before leaning over the bench to look at me “Lana where are all your clothes gone, and that cute top I used to like borrowing, and all your shorts, half your wardrobe is missing?” She asks.
“Shorts are gone thanks to him” I tell her pointing to Drake. He shrugs.
“And the shirt should be in the laun
