Waylon Lewis and Hope Williams had just driven off when another car slowly pulled up outside the Lewis Family's house.
Joseph Sanders and Zoey Sanders stepped out. Zoey was dressed in a light-colored suit skirt, her deep coffee-colored curly hair tied into a neat bun.
She crossed her arms, a frown on her delicate and pretty face, her clear eyes flashing with anger as she chirped away, berating Joseph.
Joseph didn't look any better. The siblings had overslept at the hotel and didn't wake each other up, so they spent the whole drive bickering.
"We agreed to have lunch with Brother Waylon and Aunt Williams, but you slept like a pig until midday."
Joseph reached up to tug at Zoey's bun, "Zoey, you slept until eleven, and you call me a pig? If it weren't for your fiddling, we could at least have gotten here by noon. Now it's already one."
Zoey was about to explode!
"Let go of me, you're messing up my hairstyle."
"Does your bird's nest hair need me to mess it up?"
