Chapter 8

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Matthew

I would never forget Zann's face as we introduced her to everyone she hadn't seen for two months.

It was a mixture of joy, sadness and anger, but I've never seen her so... 

Radiant.

Not that I would tell her, of course.

"Hey, I thought there were very few people supposed to come?" I nudged Matt.

Matt shrugged.

"Di invited them, not me. Anyway, it's about time to present Zann with her 'welcome back' cake. Di will instruct you," he said.

"What's up?" Di said cheerfully next to me.

"Ha. Ha. Ha. Not scary." I commented. She had tried to take over Zann's job of scaring me. So far, she failed.

"You have to cup your hands around Zann's eyes later to avoid her seeing the cake," Di continued.

I mentally groaned.

"Di, are you playing me? Zann doesn't even..." I trailed off.

She noticed the words,  like me that hung in the air, unspoken.

"Hey, just give her a chance. You've been there for her so many times, and dropped her so many hints. She'll know, and like you. Eventually." Matt said.

"I think that's when clouds eat," I said dryly.

"What's when clouds eat?" Zann asked before bursting into chuckles of her own.

"Oh, nothing. Zann, please comply with Matthew from now on, okay?" Di said before shooting off like a rocket to the kitchen, where she was preparing the cake.

Matt winked and I sighed.

"Everybody! Listen up please!" I yelled over the chaos of the party. 

Everyone quietened.

It was fun knowing I could command a crowd of people.

I wonder what would happen if I said, "Start a riot!"

Well, that would never happen.

"Code Red." I said in a whisper.

Code Red was just a name for Zann's surprise.

The room started murmuring.

I turned to Zann.

"Look, Z, just turn around and close your eyes, okay? I'll be closing my hands over your eyes. Just trust me on this," I said.

Zann glanced at me and smiled.

"Definitely."

She twisted and I closed my hands over her eyes.

"Di, we're ready!" I yelled.

I hope Zann would like the surprise.

Diana baked it herself. It was a blackforest chocolate cream cake, big enough for everyone in this room to have two slices.

Now there was only one thing to do.

Wait.

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