Chapter Twelve

Eliana’s Pov

We spent over an hour selecting the perfect pictures to send to Noah's mum. There wasn't a single one.

They were all perfect, which was the issue. Noah kept changing his mind about the one he wanted to keep,it was getting really exhausting. I planned after the photoshoot to eat whatever remained of my cookies. I had been keeping them for the perfect time, so imagine my delight when that bastard was stuffing them down his throat.

MY COOKIES.

I excused myself and headed to the balcony. The scenery was calming, the studio overlooked a little garden. There was a fountain of two love swans and in the fountain swam two swans. The chirping of birds added to the soothing environment.

I took in a deep breath, the smell of flowers filling my lungs.

On another note, who knew the bastard loved cookies? To prevent him from stealing from me, I might just have to bake his too.

Maybe sprinkle a bit of poison into it.

Just kidding. Not.

Might be a great way to get rid of him. Infuriatin