Shannon’s POV.
I never believed in hell, but now I’m starting to reconsider that.
Because people, hell is real.
But instead of it being all fire and brimstone and a nine-foot tall red muscular man with cloven feet and horns sticking out the top of his long, wavy mane of black hair.
Hell is watching the character parade at Disney.
Instead of the devil, I’m watching as Mickey and Minnie skip, gloved hand in hand, waving and blowing kisses to the masses. We have been here since opening time at nine this morning and it is now four in the afternoon.
“This is hell.” I mumble to Katie and she agrees with me.
“It’s too warm. Crowded and I’m hungry.” She whines and I look at her.
“Same sister, same. If the men survive this, I’m planning on giving them their own personal hell. If I have t
