Will Castle be able to resist the school's playgirl whom he has to tutor?
Holly Versace never took anything serious in life. But when her grades go down and her position as the cheerleading captain is threatened, she needs to find a tutor to help h...
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| 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐀𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐚𝐜𝐞 |
Time flies by and before I know it, it's winter. More importantly, it's Thanksgiving.
Dad, Mom and I are supposed to make dinner tonight. A handful of people will be here, which makes deciding the dinner menu a bit stressful. We have all the ingredients piled up along with pots and pans arranged, except...Castle gets here early.
A loud annoyed groan drags out of my lips when he enters the kitchen. "You literally want to make me homeless, don't you?" I glare at him.
He gives me a look of confusion. "What do you mean?"
"What do you mean" I repeat in a high-pitched tone. "Don't act so innocent."
He's still staring at me as if he doesn't understand.
The moment we start making dinner—here it starts.
"Want me to chop those for you?" I ask.
Ignore.
"Should I add more salt to this bowl?"
Ignore.
"Is this much dough enough?"
Ignore.
"Should I crawl into the oven and burn myself?"
Ignore.
I throw a glance at Mom showing her every ounce of my irritation. She rolls her eyes in return, sharing my feelings.
Camille is sitting in the living room with William. They weren't even supposed to be here until dinnertime! Castle brought them all early so he can "help" out.
After a few more minutes in the kitchen, I've had enough. I start pushing them out.
Both of them try to turn around and head back into the kitchen, but I give them a warning look. "You both are going to sit here and watch while we females work in the kitchen, got it? I've had enough of your ignorance!"
Dad starts, "But, Holly, it's Thanksgiving and—"
I shake my head. "Nope. Mom and I are going to make dinner. You both can handle decorating the house."
Both of them wear sad-puppy expressions on their faces as if I snatched away their candy.
After that, it's Mom and me in the kitchen having our mother-daughter time cooking, except...we're not exactly alone. Castle and Dad are both standing right outside the kitchen, watching us with wide eyes.
I'm trying to figure out how the hell to make the dip for the chips. I add onions to a bowl and pour sour cream on top of it.
Behind me, a horrified gasp comes out of Dad's mouth. "You're supposed to make a paste out of the onions first!"
