“Cassie, honestly, could you stop?” Parker yelled from the pantry. “I know you like embarrassing me, but she’s my mom. Do you have to tell her everything?” “You can’t invite me and then tell me I’m not allowed to have any fun,” Cassie called back. Erin smirked at her. “Do you have to do the same with your phone, so you don’t drunk text anyone?” Cassie ducked her head, trying not to blush. “Nah,” she said. “I’m usually pretty good about it.”
