Gwen looked up from the pile of clothes on her bed when her sister walked into the room. “Packing?” Celeste said, leaning over to remove her high heels.
“Yep.” Gwen popped the P on the word, telling herself not to call Teagan and back out. Not that she’d actually call. Oh, no. She’d text. Then there wouldn’t be any awkward silences while she tried to figure out why she was so dang nervous.
“You’re freaking out,” Celeste said, sweeping her shoes into the hallway behind her.
“What was the first clue?” Gwen asked, her panic sending shudders through her muscles.
“Well, you have tons of clothes here,” Celeste said. “And you always know exactly what to wear.” She shrugged and smiled. “And besides, it’s still super warm outside, and you’re going to another island, with your boyfriend, who is
