Chapter Twelve
“I need a favor.”
“No.”
Allison sighed and rolled her eyes. “Stacey, you don’t even know what it is yet.”
Stacey glanced up from the puny sandwich she was making for dinner. Her sister was leaning against the wall in the kitchen. Her arms were crossed. She had just painted her nails, and they glittered underneath the low light. Her features were tight, signaling to Stacey that whatever her favor was, she wasn’t going to like it.
“Tell me so I can say no.”
“Jacob is having this party on his yacht. He invited me.”
“Okay—” Stacey said, not following.
“Well, he told me to invite any family or friends I wanted.”
“You have no friends,” she pointed out.
It was a bit harsh but was ultimately still the truth. Her sister had always been more concerned with snagging up the bo
