𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓅𝓇ℯ𝓉𝓉𝓎 𝒹ℴ𝓁𝓁

Chapter Seven

Dolly's POV:

I quickly walk towards the entrance, slowly pushing the door open. A small chime echoed out. I observed the new surroundings, a smile formed on my lips. Everything is so pretty here.

I turned to look at Dorian. He was walking farther back in the bakery. Where is he going? I don't want to be stranded alone. I fasten my steps to catch up with Dorian before walking side by side, a small pout resting on my face.

"You n-need to quit doing that! You're always walking away f-from me, Dory." I whined softly, expressing my disappointment to him. I don't like being alone for too long. Dorian glanced down at me before shaking his head slightly.

"Stop whining doll. It wasn't like I was going to leave you forever." I rolled my eyes at his sentence. I have attachment issues, he doesn't understand. I cross my arms, huffing.

"Don't get an attitude with me, doll. Fix it yourself or I will." My eyes widen slightly. I looked down ashamed of my actions. I nodded wanting to please him. I was about to apologize for my behavior before a sweet sound entered my ears.

I turned my head towards the voice. I see a middle aged women. She looks a little like Dorian. She's very pretty.

The woman approached us quickly, she headed straight towards Dorian engulfing him in a hug. I smile sweetly at their interaction.

"Mama please, you're going to squeeze me to death." I softly giggled at Dorian's words but even more when the woman hit him slightly. She turned to me, softly gasping. Do I look that bad ?

"Hello, my dear. Aren't you just beautiful? I'm Dorian's mother." She smiled warmly at me. A small blush appeared at her gaze. She called me beautiful. I softly mumbled out my next words. Speaking carefully.

" Hi ! Mrs. Alder. I'm Dolly. You're also v-very pretty." I shyly looked up at her. She caught me off guard when she pulled me into a hug. I slowly melted into her warm embrace.

" Oh sweetie, you don't have to call me that. Please call me Lily or Mama Lily." I could feel myself tearing up. No one has talked to me in such a motherly tone since my own mother died. I quickly shook my head, knowing if I talked I would start crying.

Dorian lead me towards a small table. I quickly sit down, pulling out my things for our project. Dorian sat next to me instead of across from me. I can feel myself starting to blush, we're so close.

Mama Lily came and give us snacks. I thanked her quickly while starting to munch on the pastries. They're very yummy.

I glance at Dorian. A small pool of guilt starts to bubbled up. I really shouldn't have acted like that to him. I could feel my eyes watering. I slowly blink, trying not to cry.

"Dory?"    I nervously whispered out. I'm afraid he's mad at me. I can't handle that thought. My fingers automatically picked at the skin on the base of my wrist. Dorian tilted his head downwards at me. He gave me an confused look.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have acted like that
t-towards you. Please don't be m-mad. I promise I'm a g-good girl.     I avoided his gaze. I couldn't bring myself to look at him. He probably doesn't like me anymore.

"Dolly? Look at me." I quickly refused, shaking my head. I could feel my breathing pick up. I couldn't focus on my surroundings. Am I having a panic attack? Oh no.

"Dolly! Breathe." I frantically look at Dorian. I couldn't take it. I threw myself around him. Dorian tense up. I dug my face in his chest
quietly sobbing.