Just Sofia.

1. Flour

Sofia's P.O.V
"Sofia, honey. I already said I'll be back in an hour, it won't take long I promise."

I sigh.

"Okay, but be quick. While you're at it, get me a latte."

He kisses my cheek goodbye and closes the door behind him. I go back to the kitchen where my mother and cousin, Wendy are making pancakes. I quickly rub my flour-filled hands on my apron and land a hand.

"James is already gone?" My mother asks.

"Yes, he'll be back soon." I say more like reminding myself, flattening the dough.

She smiles and continues to make the mixture for the pancakes. I feel my phone buzz in my pocket and I reach for it. It's Teyana.

"Sorry, I have to take this."

I go upstairs to the guest room so I can answer the phone.

"Why do you take so long to answer the damn phone, Sof?!"

"Sorry, I was making pancakes so it was a mess. Anyway, what's up?"

"The sky."

I roll my eyes.

"Teya, your joke is getting old."

"Okay, okay. So Eddy and I are having a party with friends and family and our priest. You should come."

"Totally. But what's the priest for?"

"He's going to proclaim us husband and wife."

"Wait, you're getting married?! Oh wow, when and how?!"

"Hey, it's a party! Wedding makes me sound old. And its in 3 weeks, I already started organizing a month ago. Eddy and I thought we would rather have this party sooner than later. Oh, do you want to be my maid of honour?"

"Wow, that's a big decision. Do I really want the responsibility for being your maid of honor?"

"Oh, okay. I can just give it to Wendy since-"

"No, no! I think I'll be able to do the job."

We giggle at each other.

"So, do you need help with organizing?"

"No, I got an organizer. But now that I think of it, maybe I do. I need you send in some dress options for me and my beautiful maid of honor. We could go together to pick the dress code and colour."

"On it. I'll go check it out later today."

"Thank you, that'd be great. Another thing, I don't know what to pick: daisies or lilies?"

"Edwin always got you lilies in high school, so it can represent his love for you."

"That's so cliche it might just work. Thanks."

"No problem, how does Noah feel and Edwin?"

"Noah, excited. Eddy, chilled. Me, nervous."

"Don't worry, it's gonna be great."

"Thanks. One last thing, you'll have to make a speech at the dinner."

"What?!"

"Oh lookie, Noah just woke up. I have to feed him. Love you lots, don't forget the dresses."

With that she cuts the phone off. I'm bad at speeches, worse I have stage fright. How am I going to get through this.

"Maybe Adrian can help."

I turn back to see James and another person standing behind him. I rush to wrap my arms around James. He kisses me on the forehead before I let go.

"I'm so happy you're back." I say.

"So is your mother but I think she's mainly happy because I brought more flour." He says making me giggle.

"Wow." I say playfully rolling my eyes.

"Hey, so I brought Adrian. You do know him, right?"

"Yes, I've heard so much about you. It's lovely to finally meet you." I say smiling while shaking his hand.

"I hope not too much." He lowly chuckles and I force a laugh.

This is awkward.

"Oh, Adrian happened to be in public speaking at Wendy's age, he was also in debate. He can help you with that speech."

I almost say I know.

"That would be great, thank you." I say as we keep staring at each other.

Silence.

"Well, may you please show me where the bathroom is."

I nod before leading him out the room. James remains behind smiling at his phone. God knows what happens in that phone. As we walk a little further in the corridor, it grows silent. I can't hear the pots and plates from the kitchen anymore.

"Sofia." Adrian says lowly.

"Let's just forget about what happened."

He doesn't say anything, he just nods. We walk in uncomfortable silenece, finally we make our way to the door.

"Here."

Before he can even say anything else, I walk away. I can't beleive this is happening right now. And how does this happen when I'm finally engaged. Why! How is he back. Why is he back. Back in my life after leaving me for four years.

I can't believe he's back.