*Adrian's POV:*
I gazed across the table at my dad, his eyes narrowed in an attempt to intimidate me I guess he got tired of smiling, it's my time now. A low grin spread across my face, and I could sense his frustration. He cleared his throat, his voice firm I guess I won this round...
"Why did you decide not to participate in the competition?" he asked, though we both knew he was aware of my reasons...
I crossed my legs, adopting a calm demeanor. "Which competition are you referring to?" I replied, feigning ignorance....
My dad's face reddened, his anger simmering just below the surface. "Don't play dumb, Adrian! You know exactly what I'm talking about." He said sounding serious...
I held up my hands, a placating gesture, with a smile on my face..."No need to get worked up, Dad. I've assigned capable people to handle things. Nothing will go wrong."I tried assuring him....
Deep down, I knew he was hoping to see my mom, his runaway wife... That was why he hosted the competition and wanted me to be present maybe seeing how successful the son she left was, she would want to come back, But I wasn't going to let that happen and she was a topic I refused to discuss to anyone...As far as I was concerned, she was no longer a part of our family she doesn't deserve us....
My dad's voice rose, his emotions barely in check. "You know how much this means to me, and yet you're taking it lightly. I want you to be present, and that's final." I knew he was still madly in love with that woman but not under my watch will she make her way back in to our life...
I stood firm, my tone resolute, I was tired of him caring about someone who isn't worth it..."Even if you host a thousand competitions, she won't come back. I don't understand why everything with you is about her. She's in the past, and that's where she'll stay."...
My dad's face contorted in anger, and he stormed out of the room. I felt a surge of anger, but I took a deep breath and headed to my room to calm down not caring how aggravated he might be right now but he needs to get over that woman...
*Stella's POV:*
I heard the sound of footsteps and quickly helped my mom hide the boxes. We rushed out of the room, trying not to draw attention to ourselves. I spotted Fiona in the living room, and my heart sank. She was the reason I was arranging the box in a haste it wasn't worth feeling a bit pissed I thought it was my dad, but it was replaced with Joy, she was like my big sis someone I share my secrets with besides my mum...
Fiona caught my eye, dressed in her usual edgy style , a black skirt, leggings, crop top, and leather jacket. She looked like she owned the place like a Mafia princess and her full hair which she always let down in shouty way or pack it in gangster way...
"Hey, Fiona!" I called out, trying to sound casual, I knew I wasn't going to have the cookies to my self I felt pained....
Fiona turned to look at me , a mischievous glint in her eye. "Pretty girl, you thought you could keep all the cookies to yourself?" She held up the bowl, and my heart ached...
"I haven't even had one yet!" I protested in a loud tone...
Fiona chuckled. "Aww, pretty girl, tell your mom to get you another batch. Big sis has got this one covered." She winked and took off, leaving me feeling frustrated but who was I, I immediately sprinted and ran towards her and we kept rotating the house....
My mom intervened, suggesting we share the cookies. I reluctantly agreed, but I was determined to get my fair share, I won't let Fiona cheat me ...
After we finished the cookies and chatted about our day, Fiona and I headed out. I hopped on the back of her bike, and we sped off into the wind. As we rode, I noticed a car following us. I tapped Fiona's shoulder, and she glanced back.
"Shit," she muttered, before accelerating the bike.
I held on tight, my heart racing as we sped through the streets I was scared...