A Special Type Of Gnache (DISCONTINUED)

Chapter Seven: Melancholy

Wildberry Cookie's POV :

I couldn't make it.

I couldn't make it at all.

Once I left Raspberry Cookie and dashed out in front of my canal home, it was a really busy day today for the Hollyberry kingdom. I haven't realized that they were prepping for the ball in the grand hall for this Friday, so it was hard of me to avoid any type of citizens requests because everyone was helping around. I had to polish walls, floors, and windows, with also supplying storage for berry juice and food.

"Wildberry! I was just looking for you! Can you help me carry these crates full of ball decorations to the Grand Hall?"

"I'm so sorry to ask... But Wildberry cookie do you mind watering the bushes outside the Grand Hall so the flower buds can blossom on Friday? Thanks!"

"Wildberry Cookie, can you be a gentleman and help gather these ingredients on this list? I'm a former baker and I need as much help as I can for tomorrow where I'm baking everything with my team!"

Not even anything related to how are you doing or how was your day. But who am I kidding, it's my job to help around, not to be some person to have small talk with. To be as least dramatic as possible, being talked too was definitely not on my list when growing up. Partially, it was my fault because I responded to people with a nod or a one worded answer, but social skills just weren't my thing. Talking to anyone will never be my thing, nor will it ever be.

The only person I can actually talk to with no problems is Hollyberry cookie. Well, I kind of grew up with her as a little sidekick to say, as she's like a mother to me. She took me into her home and was honestly the best parent ever, besides my original mom and dad of course.

"Hey, um, wildberry cookie? Can you help me gather some rugs in the storage room? It's for the ball on Friday by the way."

Without hesitation, a generated answer appeared in my mind.

"Yes, of course. Be there in a second."

Dropping some berry crates in front of a juice store, I helped a young lady with a shiny ruby dress. She has blonde, golden hair with a cashew like skin color. Something that stuck out to me is her scarlet gem pendant shaped as a rose, the sun ray made it gleam in wealth which looks extremely valuable. An item that can catch many eyes if seen out in public by many people.

"The annual banquet ball... Wildberry cookie, do you have anyone you're taking? I mean... A guy like you would have a selection of choices with those big strong muscle of yours and that luscious wavy hair, hehe." she states, arriving in the storage hall filled with multiple antiques and treasures of all sorts.

"Nope. I will not be taking anyone." I say, blatantly.

"No one you say? But why though?"

Always nagging, can I just go back to finding that certain cookie? His name is... Crunchy Chip cookie...

"I'm not sure if I'm being honest with you ma'am; perhaps, I've never been the one to ask someone out to a dates."

"Has anyone ever asked you on uh... date?"

"You can say that yes, certain occasions that young and older ladies asked if they were interested in themselves; although I was overwhelmed, I politely declined." I solely say in a monotonous tone.

She passes me a few rugs, they stack and secure themselves between my inner elbows and biceps. The colors ranged between all sorts of shades of red, from hot pink to raspberry, and to marron to Scarlet. There was a variety of rugs that look magnificent to anyone eyes. Created from the skilled tailors of the Hollyberry kingdom, each one was hand made with passion, love, and precision. Each design and color was specially picked or requested, as the complicated strategies and movements can only be created from the most professional rug makers.