Junie’s whole face felt hot and she tried to ignore her audience as her hands skillfully flew over Mrs. Girard’s old sewing machine. The girl was currently thanking her grandmother for having had a similar one when she was growing up. 

“You don’t have to do this,” Kian told her from over her shoulder. His arms were crossed and he sent an almost stern look in his little brother’s direction. “We don’t really need to cosplay in order to enjoy ourselves at a ...