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Her small hand clung nervously to Ronald's shirt collar, her grip tightening with each passing second. Ronald glanced down at her, noticing the anxiety in her eyes, and an amused smirk tugged at his lips.

With a swift motion, he grabbed her hand and tucked it inside his shirt.

Stella felt the firmness beneath her fingers and instinctively tried to pull away, but Ronald held her hand playfully captive. "Let me go!" she exclaimed, flustered.

Just then, Yvonne's voice crackled through the phone. "Hey, Ronald, what are you guys up to?"

Stella's mind went blank. She'd completely forgotten that Ronald was on a call with Yvonne.

How embarrassing!

Ronald, still teasing Stella, responded coolly into the phone, "Curious, are you?"

Yvonne fell silent, confused.

Stella, too, fell silent.

Was he playing with her?

Yvonne hesitated, then said, "Uh... not really?"

She knew better than to pry into Ronald's business. As his sister, she was well aware of his intimidating ways.

him, she ended up on a two-month survival trek in the desert, unable to shower- an experience she hoped never

curious at all," she quickly added for good measure.

Stella and Ronald were

Stella was someone who loved sleeping in and had a hard time getting up for school. She would almost always arrive nearly an hour later than the time the school required. It was

she's all of a sudden so

is she good now? Can

don't tell

make spaghetti for

a kitchen. Was that really spaghetti? It was more like it was going to kill us! One bite felt like losing half

didn't remember her cooking

continued, "She's been so diligent now, I'm sure her cooking skills have improved a bit, but don't make me end up in

"Shut up."

take

was also shocked, staring at

it, fine, but every time you make me and Mom eat too, that one time nearly killed me. I

it. Was the spaghetti she

how

occasionally heard that her classmates would make a meal themselves when someone in

a birthday. So,

she