Page 68 of UnLucky Christmas
Grant reaches for the doorknob, and we walk inside. It feels strange not knocking on the door, but I remember this is his family.
“Mace?” he calls.
I can hear her talking in her office.
“It sounds like she’s making a video,” he whispers.
“Austin?” Grant calls. There’s no response.
We head into the living room, and I sit down on the couch near her Christmas tree.
“I’ll let her know we’re here.”
I nod and breathe deeply. My legs are nervously bouncing up and down.
Grant returns a few seconds later and sits down on the couch. “She’s doing a video about Christmas outfits,” he exclaims. “Do people really watch her and listen? Can’t they pick out their own clothes?”
I giggle. “Have you ever looked at her page?”
“No,” he scoffs.
I shake my head. “Why not? You should support your sister.”
I take out my phone and search for Macy’s page. I slide closer to show him.
“Look at how engaging she is,” I say, holding up my phone.
Grant leans over and starts kissing my neck.
“Stop,” I scold, elbowing him in the side.
“Why?” he asks, flashing me a wicked smile.
I point toward Macy’s office. “Do you want her to go into shock? Imagine if she walks in and sees that.”
He frowns. “Fine.”
I hand him my phone and he scrolls through Macy’s posts. He stops and clicks on one.
“Oh, wow. She did a tribute to our mother.”
He holds up the phone to show me.
“I’m sorry, Grant,” Macy calls. “I was trying to finish up a content post I’ve been working on.”
She walks into the living room, and a look of confusion washes over her face when she sees me.
“Whitney, hi.”
She comes over and gives me a hug and then hugs Grant.
“What are you doing here?” she asks me. “Wait, did we make plans I forgot about? My brain has been all over the place lately.”
I shake my head. “No.”
Grant holds up my phone. “Whitney was showing me your influencer page. Impressive.”
Her eyes light up. “You looked at my page?”
