TARA'S POV
I waited at the garden for him to show up. It was almost an hour past five. Was he seriously going to ditch me? All because of a small prank?
I decided to give it thirty more minutes but the results remained the same. He wasn't coming.
So I took out my phone and dialed Neon's number.
"Hello, sir, I'm afraid there is an emergency," I said. I heard him sigh.
"What is it this time, Tara?" He asked.
"Your brother is being a brat, could you kindly remind him who I am?" I asked sweetly.
"I'll talk to him."
"Thanks, Neon. You're the best."
"I still prefer uncle," he drawled and I hung up. I sat on the chair, dropping my legs on the table.
In thirty minutes, Allan walked into the garden. He dropped the books aggressively on the table, almost crushing my legs in the proce
