Chapter SevenHarley
Harley walked around the quiet living room, snacking on a Danish. Their stash of pastries was getting dangerously low, but at least they still had cake. They had a lot of cake. Like, three different kinds. She and her mother had gone a bit overboard that day at the bakery, but now she was glad they had.
A yawn crept up on her. It had already been a long day; she had picked up an early shift today, and Spencer was working late tonight. It seemed like they were doing that a lot lately—picking up extra shifts.
Maybe they were working so hard because recently Mrs. Wilson had reminded them about the tradition of getting one another wedding gifts. Harley and Spencer had managed to save enough to pay for their entire wedding. But they had accidently left the gifts out of th
