"Nova, get the damned door!"
With hurried strides, I go for the door, rubbing my hands frantically on my apron. Dozed with flour and having the stench of the burnt cookies, I'm an absolute mess. But who cares, right?
Warm gust of breeze brushes the curls of my hair as I open the door. I step aside and lower my head, as the guests walk in.
"Hi, Nova." The familiar voice makes me slowly look up.
"Rex." I glanced at the guests who already walked in. Three men. One female. His father is one of the men. They are headed to the sitting room where the Master is already waiting.
"How have you been?" He asks, with the cozy smile that once made my heart flutter. Not anymore.
It's been two months since the Spring festival saga and having to cry over his mate's bond with Viola. It seems I cried
