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-𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 16- ༄ 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬
𝐘/𝐍 𝐀𝐖𝐎𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐅𝐅𝐘......
Tapping her on the shoulder. She shuffled softly, standing beside y/n's large bed.
"Stuffy?" Y/n asked quietly, stretching her arms, eyes squeezed shut.
"Hello misses. Ana and Tom have started breakfast. It's almost ready." Stuffy muttered quietly.
"Oh....wait...Tom?" She questioned. Stuffy gave her a wide smile.
"Yes. Mr. Riddle is very good at helping Ana and stuffy cook." Stuffy explained. Y/n nodded.
"I'll be down in a moment." Y/n said. Stuffy smiled, her short body turning and walking towards the large oak bedroom door. Stuffy opened the blinds quickly before exiting, letting sunlight leak into the room. Y/n sat up in her bed, her eyes still fixating on the large white light from the snow that shined through her window. She sighed, pulling the comforter off her, stepping onto the cold floor. Her hands reached to the white chest bedside table, for the white fabric socks. She slipped them on, over her ice-like feet. The sleeves of her nightgown fell slightly over her wrists, hiding her hands as she sleepily walked down the stairs towards the kitchen, which smelled of sweet pancakes and syrup. Ana let out a laugh as she mixed the batter in a large bowl, y/n watched Tom from afar, as he flipped the pancakes in the frying pan, completely shirtless. Her heart ached at the sight. Stop. Why was he acting so nice to everyone but her? His kindness teased her. She'd wished so badly to touch his heart and unthaw it entirely. It drove her mad how he was so kind to her parents, placing them right around his finger.
"Good morning ma'am." Ana greeted. Tom turned his head to see y/n sleepily leaning against the frame of the kitchen door. The dark circles under her eyes had gone with the sleep she finally had the night before.
"Good morning..." y/n mutters, her teeth sinking into the soft flesh of her lower lip.
"Breakfast is almost ready, if you two would like to go sit at the table." Ana muttered with a smile. Y/n nodded, walking towards Ana. Tom excused himself to the dining table.
"Aren't you going home?" Y/n asked. Ana smiled.
"My sister is with lucy i-"
"No, no. Please." Y/n muttered.
"Just let me prepare your plates and I'll be on my way..." Ana bargained. Y/n nodded, before turning and making her way towards the dining table. Tom pulled his sweatshirt over his head as he sat at the table.
"Happy Christmas..." y/n muttered, tracing the rim of her glass with her pointer finger, the red painted nail contrasted with the orange colored juice in the glass. Tom glanced up at her.
