LILLIAN POV
I got home from school, and walked tiredly to the living room “I'm back home” I announced as I began taking the stairs
“Lillian,” Mom called out instantly, her voice filled with urgency. She rushed to me on the stairs, excitement laced in her voice.
I looked at her in a mix of disgust and shock. “What are you wearing, Mom?” I asked my gaze on her chest and her dirty hands.
“An apron, of course,” she responded casually, then grabbed my hands, dragging me behind her to the kitchen.
I understood that the maids were off today and they weren't at home. The kitchen was a mess with the cabinets stained with icing sugar and sprinkles scattered on the floor.
It was obvious mom was trying to make a cake and she needed my help for it. “Mom, why is the kitchen so messy?” I asked in
