Conan POV
“Daddy, look at me!” Charlotte yelled.
She twirled in a dress that looked like a unicorn threw up on her. My daughter wore mismatched heels, and she had half a tube of lipstick on her face.
“You look great, sweetheart. Where’d you get the lipstick?” I asked nervously.
“It’s Josie’s. She let me use it,” Charlotte said with those eyes that could get her anything she wanted.
I knew she was lying when she used them on me, but I was powerless.
This girl had me wrapped around her finger.
Beth chuckled. “She’s grown so much, brother. I’m sorry I’m not here more often. I’m really missing out.”
“You’re here now and you’re babysitting.”
“Don’t see why you need a babysitter when you have a nanny,” Bree scowled.
I rubbed my forehead as my baby sister strutted into the room wearing
