How well can you handle your heartbreak?
Heidi Filomena, a one-eyed werewolf with a golden heart, never thought that there would come a day when her beloved best friend would hate her. Now, she knew that living all alone without someone to lean on w...
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The birds outside sang their melodious voice to worship the warm air of a summer. The sunshine peeked through the thin glass, making the whole room light up in excitement. The sweet smell lingered in the air, tasting every corner of the room. I inhaled the morning atmosphere softly, while rubbing my forehead with the back of my hand. The excitement of the nature in the morning ran down my blood as I mixed the batter in front of me. Drops of sweat running down my back, under the thin, polyester navy blouse.
I stared at my masterpiece curiously, wiggling my eyebrows. My mind was racing inside of me, seeking for another flaw that could make me drown in embarrassment forever. I took a small spoon, dipped it in the batter and brought it to my mouth. The sensation of sweetness exploding in my tongue was so perfect that I inwardly patted my back in a proud way.
"Bertha, is this good enough?"
Bertha looked up from my binder to meet my eye, inwardly saying 'Really? Again?' to me as it might be like the fifth times I asked her. I could not help but being a perfectionist butt. My heart desired everything to be perfect for Killian. Even if it meant, making the batter five times and hurting my arm from mixing too much.
She sighed softly, then dipped her forefinger to the cake batter and brought it to her mouth.
Her eyes suddenly lit up, signaling that it was a good surprise for her. "It's good! It's softer than the previous one!" she exclaimed happily. "Oh, Honey, you're extremely good in baking! Just like your Nana."
I smiled shyly at her remark. "Thank you, Bertha. But, this cake still has a long way to go."
Bertha scoffed. "Oh, Honey, even if you serve this batter, the whole pack will worship the ground you walk on."
I rolled my eye playfully and giggled at her thought. Bertha and her unique mind never gets old!
But, a deep frown suddenly appeared on her wrinkled face. Her crestfallen face gave this worry in the pit of my stomach. I put my hand on her shoulder. "Bertha, what's wrong?"
She looked into my eye. "Honey, we still have a lot of things to do. We haven't made the decorations as you planned. And, now, we're still stuck in making cake. Do you think we can make this party in two days?" A pure worry laced in every words she said. I actually had made the decorations myself, and spent sleepless nights in cutting, gluing and sticking.
I looked more like a zombie than a werewolf now.
It was not that I did not want to ask for help. I did not have a heart to ask Bertha. I did not want her to tire herself more because of my ambition in perfecting Killian's big day. Moreover, it was impossible to ask Alpha Mason and Luna Ellie since they were already busy with the pack matters. They only knew that I got help from my friends from high school.
Which was totally a fat lie.
I sighed softly and gave her an assuring smile. "Don't worry, Bertha. I got this."
