Dylan's POV...
A letter to him. I understood it was for comforting him, it was for making him understand in way of warning him about us.
I was so angry when I knew I shouldn't because she didn't even go to see him for the sake of me. But the secret?
"Die Land. You will not cut the cake?" Tiara tilted her head cutely, making puppy eyes. She really knows how to defeat me.
"You've made it?" I raised my brows in surprise.
She nodded her head and pointed out the cake on the table. My face instantly lit. Though it's chocolate cake, the upper side was vanilla and above it, she has drawn a bear-like face, Some flowers were surrounding the cake. She did it for me. Yeah, only for me.
I didn't know how it will taste like, but her trying was enough to make me the happiest man on this earth. I let the happiness soak right into my bones. "I need a knife to cut it."
