Sharing Beatrice A Luna To Her Stepbrothers by Alexis Dee

209-Fine! Let's Kiss!

The lady had left the café after telling me everything that I needed to know for now. The alarm bells were ringing in my head, as even I thought something was not quite right in the story Lord Vasquez had been telling everyone.

I had been thinking weirdly all this time. I returned to the kitchen where Pamela and Maura were and noticed how silent and distant Maura was from any of US.

I was shocked that Pamela never told me anything about her mate being killed by a weredragon. I did know her mate was Lord Vasquez’s loyal servant once, but that's about it.

I stayed silent for a while, and then, when Pamela left to attend to the customers, I approached Maura, who had burned the third pancake in a row because she was too lost in a pool of her own thoughts.

"It seems like your mission is to make sure nobody eats here today." I joked, rubbing her elbow to get her attention.

"Today was my birthday," she said to herself, staring at the empty wall with tears in her eyes. I understood that maybe that's why she was so down.

"You should have told US, but worry not. The day is not over yet. We will celebrate it," I said, taking a deep breath of relief now that I knew it wasn't something too seriously.

“No! I —don't want to celebrate anymore," she excused and walked out of the kitchen in such a hurry that I couldn't argue with her anymore.

walked right after Maura had left and gestured at me to follow her, “We will first go to the Spade

exhausting at times to think we ladies are working our

preparing sweets for the—," she started talking, but my constant grunting made her shut up and turn around to stare

should cater his engagement ceremony with Mariah," she sighed, basically telling me that he purposely added extra work on US because he thought I

to jump

so

be gone

a strong sense of nostalgia hit me. The garden, the fresh smell of lunch, and the beautiful sight of the white sculptures.

not participating in this bullshit. He

Lord Vasquez and Zane were standing at

his head and laughed at the words of his father. Lord Vasquez always struck me as a messy

was the one that you beat to death. There will be no other brother for me, no matter how many bastard children of

hand. Pamela gasped secretly

dad. I will not take any beatings," he muttered under his breath, deepening the eye contact with his father, and then jerking his hand free. He stepped back and

little umbrella Pamela was holding on her