"Really, ‘Melia, it means so much that you let me come," Aaron gushed for the hundredth time.
Amelia put her arm around the slim girl as they walked through the lobby of her husband's hotel, an amused glimmer in her eyes. "Honestly, Aaron. It's not like you're that much of a burden- we would have had to take this many rooms out to fit us all, and I'm sure Maria appreciates taking some time away from her brother."
Aaron laughed, watching the brother and sister pair ahead of them; Maria and Wendell had the same wheat blonde hair and sky blue eyes, the charming smiles and model good looks- but they were both of the belief that only one of the younger generation of Taylors could be famous, and hated each other for it. "But still, we keep going out, and-"