“Bucket?” “Yeah, Shortcake?” Beckett ruffled her hair. “Can we play makeover?” The collective fear around the table was palpable, and Niko got the feeling this wasn’t the first time a game of makeover had been suggested. “We’ll play next weekend,” Beckett promised. Franklin saved them all. “Why don’t you come help me play poker?” he suggested. They all sighed with relief when Aurora climbed into his lap and started counting his chips.
