Elena’s POV

The moment I step into the living room, I can feel the storm brewing before I even see it. Isabella and Peter are standing near the couch, stiff as statues, eyes wide as they’ve just realized they volunteered to wrestle an alligator in a tutu, while the twins, Daniella and Dean, are already in full “tiny dictators run the world” mode. Cole’s hovering with bags, acting as if he might faint at the thought of leaving the house for a weekend.

I drop my bag with a dramatic thud ...