Victoria's p.o.v.:
It has been two weeks since our shopping incident. Everything was pretty awkward after that.
Alexander had become shy, and I, well I became the awkward, uncomfortable tomboy that I was. We did interact with each other, but couldn't lock eyes.
I just want the Earth to swallow me. I don't know what had happened to me that day. It all happened because of the ice cream. f**k it!
Now, here I was, heading to the kitchen to make lunch.
Alexander was in a conference meeting about administrative advancements in the pack, and the entire mansion was silent.
I, being unconfined all the time, was definitely getting hungry. I remember that I had tried making a Béchamel sauce spaghetti pasta last year, and had almost burnt down the kitchen. Almost.
Grabbing some vegetables and
