MARISSA VANDERSON
"GO CAMPING?"
Marissa Vanderson plucked the notebook paper from Lillian's hand. "What's wrong with going camping?"
"Mosquitoes. Dirt. Sleeping bags. Bigfoot."
"Bigfoot?"
"Look, I don't believe in aliens, ghosts, or men who know how to pick up their own socks, but ... I believe in Bigfoot."
"I don't know anything about Bigfoot. I will research it." Marissa looked at her sister. "We're going to rent a cabin. You, me, Kade, and Dane."
"What?"
"Kade said if you agreed, he agreed," said Marissa. She grabbed her sister's arm and fluttered her lashes. "Please, Lillie! Pleeeeeaaassseee."
"I'm immune to the puppy face," said Lillie. "Pete the Puppy has cured me from being a marshmallow heart."
"Liar." Marissa poked out her lower lip and made her expression more pathetic. "I want to go camping with my big sister."
"I hate sleeping bags."
"Did I mention we're renting a big, fancy cabin? With a butler?"
"I call bullshit."
