Chapter 18
My crappy mood made me zoom through the baking process. I didn't even remember baking the four batches by the time dad's text came in.
Ray Stevenson: @ your door. Buzz me up.
My stomach churned. I wasn't in the best mood for company, and I didn't want to be rude to my father, which would probably be the case.
The footsteps of his Italian loafers echoed down the hall until they stopped outside my door. Then came a knock.
When I opened it, Dad stood there wearing blue jeans, a mint green t-shirt that had a white tiger print on the front and a tight smile. I worked to not show my cringe as I stepped aside to let him by.
"Can't stay long because Connie and I are going to the movies, but I wanted to talk to you about the fundraiser and why you weren't invited." He got distracte
