I headed upstairs to go clean up when he informed me that Lindsey was calling. I went up the stairs quickly, somewhat skeptical that something was up, especially with Tiberius hot on my heels. Lindsey lay with her back arched against the headboard.
"Aunt, you called" I began fretting when her cold gold orbs settled on me. She closed up the files she'd been peering through and looked at my shaky composure fully.
"Where's my cake?"
"It's...on the....way.... ma'am" my palms sweated buckets. She always had that powerful aura of a witch in hunt.
"What happened to the leftovers?" She raised a brow.
"We ran out," I said simply. She wouldn't believe me if I told her that Tiberius had me steal it for him last night. And instead of getting just punishment for theft, I'd end up getting twice the trouble.
"Then can you explain this" she produced a stainless small bowl. My eyes widened in shock. It'd had been the same one I used in giving the cake to Tiberius.
"Looks familiar does it?"
I clenched my fist, turning to Tiberius who stood beside me now with an obvious smug grin on his face.
Tiberius 1, Aden 0.
"I'll give you the jacket" I whispered brokenly to him. His grin widened. After all, this was the skill he always employed in getting whatever he wanted. He can have the jacket if he wants but he couldn't take away the memories that it came with.
The doorbell rang, making me tensed. I snapped my head to the door. Adrian wouldn't be home tonight. He was over at Dawn's for a sleepover and would return tomorrow.
"I'll go get it," I said huskily, descending the stairs quickly that I almost tripped. Well, the apron was pretty long if you asked me, and thanks to Tiberius's nasty plan I was still all flour.
"Hold your horses" I chimed, wrapping my flour stained hand around the doorknob and yanked it open. I almost collapsed at the sight of David Anderson as he leaned graciously on his Mustang Sherry smiling at me.
"Hi," he said a bit awkwardly.
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