Zayde's Point of View
I’ve cleaned my room three times.
Okay... four times...
The bed is made, the pillows are fluffed, almost to the point they don’t look like pillows anymore. Her favorite snacks are stocked in the kitchen and I even rearranged the bookshelves because she once mentioned she hated when series weren’t in order.
Now, here I am standing in the middle of the room like an i***t, my arms folded in front of my chest, scanning for anything out of place when a knock sounds at the front door.
My heart starts to race in my chest, and I quickly make my way to the door. I nervously wipe my hands against my jeans before pulling the door open to find Chloe, Sky, Maya and Jason balancing boxes while my mother, Aunt Amy, Aunt Megan, and Jack trail behind them with more bags and boxe
