My mother stood in the doorway with her phone still in her hand, watching us scramble for clothes like it was the dullest thing she'd witnessed all week. She didn't raise her voice. She didn't need to.
"Get dressed. Both of you." She glanced at her watch. "Then find me in the study. Ten minutes. Don't make me come looking."
She turned and walked off, heels clicking down the hall towards the study.
I yanked my skirt down with hands that wouldn't stop shaking. Julian buttoned his shirt wrong, cursed under his breath, ripped it open, and started again.
"She's not even angry," I said.
"That's the worst part of it ." He didn't look at me while he said it. His hands were still busy with the buttons, but I noticed they weren't quite steady either.
"Ten minutes," I said. "Who stay that calm
