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𝑨 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒆 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕, 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒖𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒍,the enchanting melody of quiet, warming music drifted down one particular street, painting the air with euphonic hues. It meandered down the road, soft notes slipping through the cracks of open windows.
The music moved with a delicate grace, having emerged from the house at the very end of the street. It was most likely Taylor Swift, given the family that occupied said house however, music of all forms were known to be played there.
The interior, well, the kitchen was layered with powdery flour, quite literally everywhere. The floor, the counter tops, clothes, on faces.
Andy, with his gentle smile and joyful eyes, had taken the lead in the baking escapade, ultimately the reason everywhere was a mess. That and the fact three kids were involved.
Baking night was not something any member of the Brown family could pass on. It was a tradition upkept once a month since before any of the kids were born as it had originated from Andrew and Amelia's honeymoon stage.
Lizzie, a reflection of her father's enthusiasm, had been the one to drop the whole bag of flour on the floor, Davis had been the one to tread it round the kitchen and Bobby had ever so helpfully not warned Andy of the eggshell he had slipped on, dropping the cake batter in the process. So, all in all, the explosion of baking ingredients had been a joint effort.
Yet, spirits were high and grins were broad. Even though the cupcakes had most likely failed, the family didn't mind. They were together.
A knock echoed throughout the house, drawing away attention. It was a modest, yet firm knock, just enough to make its presence known without being overly intrusive.
"I'll get it." Lizzie chirruped, dusting off some of the ashy white on her palms. She tread lightly out of the room, humming to herself as she drew near her door.
She reached for the handle and with a gentle twist, revealed the world behind.
Two figures stood close to each other in the moonlight, both in matching leather jackets.
"Hey guys!" Lizzie exclaimed rather excitedly. "Come in, come in."
Boyd and Erica exchanged greetings as they stepped into the warmth of the house, both exchanging amused looks when they spotted the dusting of flour on Lizzie's cheeks.
Lizzie led the pair through to the kitchen where chaos ensued.
"Dad!" Lizzie jumped up and down on the spot. "Look! Friends! This is Boyd and Erica."
