ᴀ ʙʟᴜᴜᴠꜱ ᴘʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴ.
❝ᴀᴍ ɪ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴀ ꜱᴘᴏɪʟᴇᴅ ʙʀᴀᴛ ᴡʜᴏ ᴛᴀᴜɢʜᴛ ᴛʜᴇᴍꜱᴇʟᴠᴇꜱ ʜᴏᴡ ᴛᴏ ᴄʀʏ, ᴡʜᴏ'ꜱ ꜱᴏ ᴘʀᴇᴄᴏɴᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴᴇᴅ ɴᴏᴡ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀ ʟɪᴇ?❞
𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇, a privileged teenage girl with anger issues is sent to new york, where she meets
the son of...
MACKENZA SAT IN her culinary class, her eyes watching the clock as if the bell didn't just ring for the class to be started in session.
to say the least, makcenza was intrigued to discover that they offered baking classes, something she was entirely unaccustomed to, having never so much as cooked—much less baked—a day in her life.
she was used to being served by personal chefs—ready meals delivered to her without her needing to lift a finger. the only thing she'd ever prepared for herself was a simple bowl of cereal, which had become her daily over the past few days.
"everyone, for today's chocolate chip cookie baking session since it's valentine dayyy, you'll be working in pairs. please check the board to find out who you've been partnered with," announced mrs. burkeley, her gentle voice competing with the flurry of students quickie scrambling to discover their assigned partners.
mrs. burkeley stood out as the only teacher mackenza genuinely liked. unlike others, she hadn't made mackenza feel out of place or weird since she was the newcomer. her warm and welcoming approach had a comforting effect on her.
although the signs of age were evident, suggesting she was a grandmother, mrs. burkeley, had a sweetness that outshone all the other staff members in the school.
mackenza took her cue and rose from her seat. she navigated the packed room with an awkward shuffle, weaving through tightly-packed clusters of students who blocked the narrow passageways between desks and the limited space that led to the front of the class.
upon reaching the board, mackenza's eyes darted over the list looking for her name. it wasn't there—leaving her standing alone while the rest of the class paired off and walked over to their baking stations.
as mrs burkeley gathered herself, ready to command the class's attention with a round of applause and lay out the instructions, her gaze fell upon the lone figure still planted in front of the board—mackenza.
an apologetic smile crossed the teacher's face, causing an uneasy sensation to coil in mackenza's gut. she hated that particular kind of smile—the kind tinged with pity, that silent offer of assistance. it always made her skin crawl with discomfort.
