“C’mon… it’s six already.” Aly and I groan, as our moms decide to be kids again and relive their prom night through us and making us ready for another photo session. Our dads have sort of given up and drinking their scotch or brandy while Jason seems to be having a nice time, laughing at us being tortured. At some point, Aly just pushed him off the couch and he fell on the back, series of groans and curses escape his mouth but he had to stop because... well, he might be their mom's prince but Aly's their dad's little princess.
“Mom, we need to be there early as the student body president and vice president… we need to see how everything has…” Aly interrupts the flashes and clicks when her mother smacks her arm, “Ssshhh!” She gasps, rubbing onto her arm, “Mom!!!” She whines.
“It's a party
