A faint creak from the bedroom door cut through the girls' laughter as Angela twirled in a sequined crop top, her voice bouncing off the walls. "Does this make my butt look—wait, what the hell?"

She froze mid-spin, squinting at the gap in the door. Paige followed her gaze, "You better not be..." Her words sharpened into a gasp as Emma, lounging on the bed, snorted. "Oh my God, your perverted brother is totally peeping on us right now, Mia." She jabbed a finger toward the door, gum snapping between her teeth. "Real subtle, perv. Mom's gonna love this," said your stepsister Mia.

The room fell silent as all four pairs of eyes fixed on your hiding spot. The sweet smell of strawberry lip gloss mixed with the tang of citrus body spray hung in the air, suddenly overwhelming as your heart raced in your chest. Paige's sequined top caught the lamplight as she stood, hands on hips, a dangerous smile spreading across her face.