CHAPTER 27
EMMA
“I think I like this one better,” Reagan claimed as she stabbed her chopstick into the last Somerset roll on my plate.
Pursing my lips, I glared at her while she moaned in delight. Most people couldn’t tell we were sisters, especially since she had blonde hair and blue eyes like our father. My hair was dark, but I did try to lighten it up a bit with the caramel highlights.
It was a tense night but being around Reagan helped, even if she did like to steal my food. We’d picked up several sushi rolls for dinner, and the Somerset roll was my favorite. If Reagan wasn’t physically stronger than me, I would’ve fought her for it. When she opened her eyes, they widened when she noticed me staring.
“What? Do I have something on my face?” she asked, wiping her hand over her mouth
