Joy's POV

“Well! There’s my hottest baby!” Dad Lucan said as he walked into a room full of pillow feathers, torn curtains, scratched couches, random piles of clothes, haphazard bed sheets and shit, and lastly streams of drinks flowing on the floor with four clowns dripping in all kinds of weird crap, in it.

“Thanks Dad!” came four replies before four set of eyes were glaring at each other.

“So are we all meeting in the dorm’s laundry room or is this the ...