"You do."
She sighed dramatically.
"I really do."
We laughed together.
The sound drifted across the calm marina.
Moments later, another voice called from farther down the dock.
"Don't move!"
Ivy hurried toward us carrying a camera nearly as big as she was.
The sunrise painted the harbor in brilliant shades of gold and orange behind us.
"Perfect!" she called.
"Smile!"
Hazel groaned.
"I haven't had enough coffee to smile."
"Too late."
Click.
Click.
Click.
Ivy lowered the camera with a grin.
"Our followers are going to love this one."
"Only because you edit out the dark circles under my eyes," Hazel muttered.
"I call it good lighting."
"It's Photoshop."
"It's art."
"It's lying."
"It's marketing."
I laughed, shaking my head.
This.
This was why I never wanted to be anywhere else.
The marina.
My sisters.
