The next morning, before I even had the chance to stretch properly or think about what I wanted to do for the day, Ella and Emma were already in my room, practically bouncing with excitement. They didn’t even bother knocking, because, apparently, personal space didn’t exist when it came to them.
Ella flopped onto my bed, making herself comfortable like she owned the place, while Emma stood by the door with her arms crossed, giving me that look that she wasn’t leaving without getting her way.
“You promised,” Ella blurted out, pulling my blanket away from my face like it was her mission in life to get me out of bed. “You literally said if we behaved while Mom and Dad were gone, you’d take us somewhere fun, and guess what? We’ve been like actual angels.” She grinned, though the way she said
