"I'm not wearing this. I refuse," Reece growled, but immediately flinched from the glare that he received from his older sister.
She straightened his bow tie in annoyance, smoothing out the folds and crinkles in his black tux. She leaned so close that he could smell the strong scent of mangoes, her voice lowering to a hiss. "Listen here, you bastard. I have too much going on tonight to spend four hours trying to keep you in your clothing. Father wants us in formal clothing, and so that is what we are going to wear. You'll wear it, and you'll damn well like it."
He grunted but didn't reply, rolling his eyes. "Fine. Rude b***h much?"
She opened her mouth to curse at him some more, but was quickly interrupted by a new visitor.
"Hunter, be nice to your brother," Their mother scolded as she
