“Baby, where did you put the undershirt I’ll be using for the wedding?” I shouted out to Anya who was out by the kitchen.
In a split second, she already popped up in the room, a bit of flour on her cheek and holding a whisk in her hand, looking as adorable as always. “I told you a million times, silly. On top of your hand carry luggage so you wouldn’t forget to bring it.”
I turned to my black luggage sitting beside the chair in the room and spotted it immediately. “Oh! Oops.” I said with a guilty smile.
“Wait a second, why are you still baking?” I looked at the time on my watch before looking back up at her. “We have to leave for the airport in less than twenty minutes.”
“Ah! I’m just fixing the last cupcake. I’ll be done, I promise!” She said before disappearing in a split second a
