Chapter 116

• ASHLEY'S POV
• My apartment smells like popcorn and freshly baked snacks, which could only mean one thing—sleepover night.
• I stood in the kitchen barefooted, swirling a bottle of wine in my hand while Sophie danced around with two mugs of hot chocolate, wearing matching pajamas with Jade. Austin sat cross legged on the couch, scrolling through his phone with an expression that could only be described as “mildly annoyed older brother forced to hang with his little sisters.”