"Please, Moira, I can explain, I swear. "
Moira furrowed her brows and tapped on the ground. She was visibly angry, her expression was not the usual indifferent and calm one but the kind of mad one that only James could notice. He was scared of that type of face the most. No one knows it but when she gets really frustrated, she tends to make more cakes to alleviate her frustration, and the poor stomach of James would be the one to suffer.
'What happened?' she signaled with furious movements and waited to hear his explanation. James gulped and his face started to grow pale. He didn't want to confront his dear bride as he was scared of what could happen next.
