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| 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐀𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐚𝐜𝐞 |

"We should invite them for dinner!" Mom says after I've finished telling her what all happened last night.

"Sure." I nod, putting a spoon of cereal in my mouth. "Aren't you allergic to dogs, though?"

She waves her hand. "It'll be over in a while."

"What'll be over in a while?" Dad walks into the kitchen.

Mom and I immediately spring apart, getting busy with our breakfasts.

"Good morning." I greet dad.

"Good morning." He greets me back and presses a quick kiss on mom's lips while putting on his cuff links. "How are your cramps?"

"Better."

Dad looks at my cereal. "You shouldn't be eating that."

"It's fine."

But he's not having it. "Two minutes." Saying that, he opens the fridge.

In fifteen minutes, he has a meal of fried eggs, bacon and orange juice ready.

He slides the plates of food in front of mom and me.

When Riley found out that dad could cook too, her response was 'A CEO who cooks? Damn, I gotta get lessons from your mom on how to pull men like those'.

My response to her was to stop obsessing over my dad.

The whole day goes boring with nothing exciting to happen.

When it's almost eight in the night, the doorbell rings, indicating Castle's here.

I let him into the house, and we take our seats on the couch.

"So," I say when we're halfway done with our work. "You need to pick me up at twelve thirty sharp and get me home by one."

Castle frowns at me. "I'm not picking you up."

"We had a deal." I remind him.

"I remember." He nods. "It was either Will or the party. And since you've met Will, that technically means you chose Will."

I narrow my eyes at him. "That isn't fair."

He shrugs. "Nothing is actually. Your deal was a whole scam too."

"You tricked me by not specifying the species of your friend. Plus you were the one who called me to your house."

"Doesn't change the fact that you've met Will."

"Will. Will. Will," I say. "First of all, who names their dog William Shakespeare?"

He glares at me.

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