"Come on, Melissa. We promised," Anna assured her, looking sympathetic. "We didn't think you'd take it so seriously."
"I put that s**t all over f*******:. Do you know how long it took to get people to stop asking about my modeling career?" She grimaced, no doubt remembering the humiliation.
"...sorry," Anna mumbled.
"Bah! Forget it. I'll get you back some day. You won't see it coming," she announced, holding up a finger for emphasis.
"We'll look forward to it," I assured her. Smiling and patting her shoulder as I passed. My sister and I were April Fools veterans after all. No one in our family trusted anyone on that particular day.
"Where do we start?" I asked.
"Mmm... Anna, you handle snacks and Sam, come with me." She turned around and grinned mischievously towards me. "I need a st
