ZOEY

I had a fun ride with to El Cajon, all thanks to my ever, bubbly younger sister, Elise. Despite telling her I could handle things on my own, she insisted on following me.

"Your place is so cool," she wowed when we stepped into my new penthouse. The cab driver helped me with my bags.

"Yeah, right."

"Expect me here every weekend." Elise said as we moved my bags to my bedroom and she was awed all over again.

"Okay, that would be a little tacky."

"Why?"

"Didn't you listen to my last call with Antoine? I should be in Downtown every weekend. Not only him, even Dad. Though,...