“I didn’t know slutty nightgowns were suitable dinner attire,” Knox hisses. A few people around the table exchange a glance, and my mother’s cheeks turn red. “Oh, you know brothers,” my mother jokes tersely. “Always teasing their sisters.” “Knox,” Trent says in warning as a server places a plate in front of me. “Stop teasing your sister.” His angry glare swivels to me next. “And Aspen…” I can tell he wants to ream me out, but he can’t because we’re surrounded by people. Such a shame. “Be good,” he settles on before going back to his lobster. I bat my eyelashes at my stepfather. He wants
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