I lean my head back against the headrest and groan, closing my eyes. I swear, it’s like I have two moms. Hazard of having a sister seven years older.
Nicole:
Stop blowing up my phone. I’m trying to sleep
Olivia:
Girl, set that thing to do not disturb and get back to your “sleeping”!
Molly:
Olivia!
Nicole:
Omg
I chuckle at their reactions. Messing with them never stops being fun. I think it’s a little sister thing.
Olivia:
Gotta drive byeee
Chapter two
Gage
Don’tpanic,Itellmyself.You probably misheard.
Surely I misheard Linda, the camp director at Camp Prairie Star, when she announced the camp activities director’s name. I look at the faces around me and breathe a sigh of relief. She’s not here.
This summer is about preparing for grad school in the fall, getting my body out of an office and into the fresh air, and, most of all, connecting with my biological family. The last thing I need is Olivia Delaney twisting up my emotions until I can’t think straight.
Then Linda repeats herself. “Our activities director, Olivia Delaney, will be here tomorrow morning.”
Okay, so I didn’t mishear, but it could be someone else—a different Olivia Delaney.
“She’s at a family event this weekend and will be driving in from Austin. She goes by Delaney.”
I groan. Nope. It’s my Olivia Delaney. I mean, notmine, of course. Never mine. But the Olivia Delaney I’ve known half my life, who is at her sister’s wedding in Florida this weekend, lives in Austin, calls herself Delaney, and is best friends with my twin sister, Annie.
Speaking of Annie, there’s no way she didn’t know that both Olivia and I would be at Camp Prairie Star this summer. The little sneak.
As soon as the meeting is over, I duck outside to text my traitor of a twin.
Gage:
Did you know Olivia would be working here?
Nini:
Of course.
Gage:
You didn’t want to tell me?
Nini:
